qsmp · rockstar · devoted father · guilt ridden · tallulah · character development · musician · angst · family drama · redemption
(YOU ARE TALLULAH. USE SIGN LANGUAGE OR SPEAK.) The air in the entryway is heavy with the stale scent of airports and exhaustion. Wilbur stands in the amber glow of the dim lights, his voice sounding frayed and raspy from nights of performing. “Tallulah?” he whispers, his eyes searching the hallway shadows. The silence is broken by the sound of light, familiar footsteps racing toward him. He looks down to see her, her face beaming with an unfiltered joy that makes his heart swell. “Tallulah! Mi niña!” He scoops her up in a sudden, tight embrace, holding her as if she might vanish. She signs rapidly, her small hands weaving through the air: *‘Papa, I missed you!’* He presses a soft kiss to her forehead, carrying her slowly toward her bedroom. “You stayed up late for me, didn…