[P] little crow

[Reichenbach]

"Maybe so but I think I shall leave the reading to the scholars of the world." His booming laugh escaped despite the unease riddling his heart and ribs, his argent gaze brightening as he dipped his head in agreement — perhaps he should do the same. Reichenbach couldn't help but to watch each small twitch of Lav's elegant face, the minute expressions that perhaps only he and her twin could decipher. She was exquisite, a daughter of his regardless of her blood — she had bloomed underneath the smallest care, and settled herself and her twin neatly in the crook of his vast heart.  "At the risk of being far too bold..why exactly is that a problem? You're not old or married. You should be falling in love and with many others before finding 'the one' if such a thing exists." His head cocked ever so slightly, ebony curls sliding down his shoulder and swinging in the space between his jaw and neck.  "You fell in love with Florentine rather fast, did you even know her?" Silver eyes settled on Lavinia, intense but contemplative, waiting for her to continue.  "All I am saying is if you feel for another..that is not entirely your fault. The heart is an odd part of us, it can want different things for different reasons. Perhaps you loved Florentine..but only for a short time for a reason and now whoever this other one is that you feel so strongly for is who you need now. They can give you what Florentine cannot."  Stars above.  When did his little Crow get so wise?  He voiced as much; "Stars above, Lav, when did you get so wise?" He could remember her, a cornered wildcat in the shadowy alley, palming and playing with her knives as her and Mila had been surrounded — ready to fight their way out. Even then he had seen her potential... but when had she turned from a shark-toothed kid to such an elegant woman? The thought was disturbing — it meant time was passing, he was getting old. A sigh slipped from between his black lips, though his eyes were bright, his black mood satiated by the slender knife-thrower.  "You're... right. You've given me a lot to think about... a lot to consider." A moment of silence stretched as he pressed his lips together, a frown playing about his brow — his mind was a mess of lilac and lavender, honey-gold and porcelain.  It took a lot of effort to push the thoughts out and instead focus on his little spotted Crow, subtly proud.  "What of you Lav? No boy has managed to steal that wild heart of yours yet, have they?" They'd be in a world of trouble if they had — not only for trying to hold such a fiercely beautiful heart in their hands, but for the father-figure that would be keeping a very keen eye on every, single, action. @Lavinia <3 lav you wise thing you

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