Title: Here Are Some Things
Synopsis: In which La Volpe is Desmond's grandfather, and other such silly things. No, seriously.
Notes: I just kind of post these whenever, especially since I'm not really expecting reviews or anything, ahah. I mean, reviews (and crits!) are always nice, but, well, this is probably boring ahahahaha.
[In which La Volpe muses on looks]
His little girl, he realizes quickly, looks nothing like him. She's darker skinned and has inky black hair, thick and wavy in ways that he finds tangles very quickly and she refuses to let him brush it out for her, even when he stands over her disapprovingly with a brush in hand (he stole the one with the flowers on it, why doesn't she like it?). She's got small features and a heart shaped face with kittenish lips that are often pouting at him with her brows quirked.
It's like looking at a carbon copy of her mother with his own expressions mirrored on her tiny face, bringing up the memory of a woman whose name he's long forgotten, either on purpose or simply because he's gone so long with never thinking about her, he's not completely sure.
There are two things, however, that he knows make her his. Two little things that mark her as his child, his blood.
Her eyes, violet and bright and full of youth, and her wicked little smile. Even at six years old, she matches his smirks with miniature versions of her own.
