"so we're gonna do this again? side by side? father and daughter?"
and all john could give back was a slight smirk.
original female character (oc) | john wick
john wick!daughter
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———— just two left. ————
"Dad you know me. Besides, I'm coming home tomorrow night." Jade says, trying to convince her father that she doesn't need company. 'Who knew that the daughter of a world-class assassin would need protection', she thought. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" She asks him. Of course, they both weren't okay. Just ending her mom's funeral, nothing can cheer her up at this point, or rather the Wicks. Jade had travelled from her university in NYC to her mother's funeral. Although, she would've come back home for her parents in a heartbeat, despite the current circumstances.
John takes a long sigh, deciding what to say. She knew from the tone of his sigh that he didn't want to be alone, nor worry her. He stared through the endless glass window and finally switched his attention to her. "Yeah. Are you?" He asks putting a hand on her shoulder. "Yeah. It's my last exam tomorrow, so I'll be arriving tomorrow night; I promise." Jade says with a convincing, yet sad smile. "That's my girl." He says and takes her in his arms as he kisses her forehead. She embraces him as she digs her face into his chest; feeling safe and comfortable in his arms. When she was little, she was always keen to gift regular hugs to her dad and mom. The memory resurfacing like water washing over the beach. Suddenly, her phone goes off and they depart, grabbing her phone from her jacket, and clicking the side buttons, it shuts off. "I gotta go. Bye, Dad." Jade says and gives him an embrace and a kiss on the cheek as she grabs her keys off the dinner table and heads on out of her childhood home.
The rain had decreased since the funeral, and Jade saw her dad looking out the window. All alone as she waves goodbye to him. He waves back, only to walk away from the window in solemn. She wishes she was there when her mother died. To hear her last words; telling her she loves her and be there for her father when she took her final breath. Wanting to be there to comfort her dad when her mother flatlined.
Her father wasn't one to waste words, nor show much emotion. One of the words she remembers her mother describing her dad when they met—stoic. It definitely made her mom smile at the ironic fact that his monotoned and stiff expressions made her grin like a cheshire cat. She would've laughed at it in the past, as he just seemed shy and observant. Growing up she was always at her dad's side, but she has never seen what her mother truly meant until now. She's never seen him this way, which made her feel nauseous and hopeless like she couldn't do anything. She never saw her father without her mother or without her around. This was her father, John Wick. "It's okay, you're coming back tomorrow." Jade had to say to herself. She's gotten into the habit of drowning herself in self-pity and guilt that she has to remind herself every once in a while that it can't be fixed or it wasn't her fault. Jade starts her up the car, and as the engine roars to life, she drives out of the driveway and out of the neighbourhood.
