Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
The look on her face speaks volumes. He’s seen it before. Some might call it luck but he finds it a cruelty, to always run into his father’s lovers every time he’s searching for him. She seems to wilt visibly like an over watered flower. Her eyes widen ever so slightly, her muscles taunt as she murmurs ”You look so much like him.” Yep, she’s another one of his. A soft sigh escapes him without meaning to let it go. His own facial expression is one of tired dismay because he already knows what will follow next. It’s happened so many times. Years, she said. Years he’s been gone. Again. ”Figures.” He mutters flatly, his tail flicking in annoyance against his hindquarters.
Adaline. Of course she is still a mystery, an enigma. He’s not surprised but he can’t hide his disappointment. For some reason that stings more then his father’s disappearance. Perhaps she may still be lurking somewhere, maybe there was still a chance of finding her. She had never been one for crowds. As far as he knew, she hadn't associated with many friends. And since he was clinging to slivers of hope, grasping at straws, he finally asks her, ”Did he ever mention me?” But he already knows that he didn’t. Why would he?
He knows deep in his bitter heart that Magnus never looked for him, spoke about him, nothing. It would have sent at least a flicker of recognition in her golden eyes when he introduced himself. She’s still staring at him and he shifts uncomfortably. He can’t imagine he looks anything like his father, not in the ravaged state he’s in. They always mention his eyes, you have your father’s eyes. He use to love that phrase, bask in it. Knowing that he somehow resembled his hero. It now leaves a bad taste in his mouth, fueling his resentment.
Where was Magnus when he was truly needed? The white knight in shining armor? He left broken hearted damsels and broken children in his wake. What kind of hero did that?
Ledger