"I'm afraid I have to go away on business, Mon fils"
the man has a stunning shade of blue eyes, like a sky in the clearest of days, warm and inviting, a sparkle of mischief resting there. his skin has a lively color to it, clear and without any imperfections. Crisp, well cut, perfect, flowing blonde locks sweeping around his face despite the silk blue ribbon holding the majority back. A soft tuft of manly stubble placed conveniently on his chin, rubbing against the boy's cheek as he hugs him. Careful, even while kneeling, not to get any dirt on his perfectly pressed white clothed. The man was perfection, rich, well-bred, attractive, single, amiable... the only problem was that he had children.
Lavender eyes stared up at the blonde male, silent, watching as the older man busied himself with menial tasks, ordering around the servants to take care of the preparations for his departure and the care of the young lord, Matthew, almost a man but still so pampered, a lithe boy of eleven. Soft golden hair framed his face in waves, similar to his father's, but different due to the shorter length and plethora of curls. Skin far paler a shade then his father but fair in complexion, pouted lips that seemed more suitable for a lady, a beauty of a boy.
"I understand, Papa"
the response was quiet, barely a whisper but obviously heard as the man swept him into an embrace one last time.
"Master Bonnefoy, the carriage is prepared. We are ready to depart"
the servant quickly bowed and excused himself, obviously having things to do. Matthew was silent, sad eyes watching as his father walked away, it was not uncommon for him to be left for months at a time at home, while his brother, Alfred, was always free to go on the trips. The luckier of the two twins was blessed to look like their father while he favored their late mother. Matthew was pleasantly shocked when instead of taking off his father came back with a bundle behind his back.
"I saw this today and thought you would like a friend to talk to while I'm gone"
Small, dainty hands reached out to take the package from him, gently tugging back the paper covering it. A snow white teddy bear rest inside, staring up at him with curious coal eyes. Matthew could not stop the smile from crossing his face as he set the paper aside and marveled over the bear, he lifted his head up to thank his father when he noted the room had gone empty. While he had been distracted with his gift his father had left him behind once again.
The young man's heart ached, the house was silent, servants working outside as he was left completely alone. Heavy-heart, he clutched the bear to his chest and headed for the stairs, awaiting the comfort and solitude his room would offer. The door closing behind him sounded almost deafening, the silence almost too much to bear, his ears rung and he swore he could hear each beat of his heart, ringing loud and clear through the room, every fiber of his being pulsing along with the organ.
Matthew almost jumped out of his skin when a knock sounded at the door behind him, moving away from the wooden barrier he gave a small smile, thinking that his father must have forgotten something and came back to say a proper goodbye. The boy opened the door, fully prepared to be enveloped into the thick arms of the french man, the last thing he expected was the dark figure with night black wings, standing in his doorway.
"hello, Lovely~"