‘ oh… ’ words died, voice became quiet as canary hues watched the other, gaze filled of sympath and ire. she still couldn’t understand how a mother could abondon her baby, it was cruel, even though her life was in danger. parents should protect their children at all cost. ‘ well, you will never know until you find out. perhaps, your mother is alive, but she thinks you’re dead. perhaps, you will meet her one day. destiny is a stranget thing, you know. ’
head moved from left to right. ‘ no, i don’t. i don’t even know his name. ’ michelle only remembered fragments of her beloved mum’s rare histories about a strange, yet fascinating man who would make any gentleman jealous. ‘ not exactly. ’ dimples appeared while sharp fangs showed slightly. ‘ she was a brilliant human with dark brown and long hair, the sweetest smile and kind eyes. she made angels green of envy. ’ shoulders shrugged. ‘ though, i suppose we have a similiar face. ’
“Maybe. I hope someday I vill find her. I think... I think she must have loved me quite a lot, if she vas villing to give me avay so I vould be safe.” That was one way to look at it. But it didn’t stop him from wondering just as often if she had made up the story of danger just to get rid of him. The people who had him as a baby said she looked human when she came to them -- maybe she just didn’t want to raise someone who looked like Kurt.
“I vonder if ve could help each ozer look,” he said thoughtfully. “I have never really had ze chance to search for my family, ja? Ve could help each ozer.”
The last of her words caused him to smile softly. “You are beautiful,” he told her, serious and honest. “I think if I vas an angel I vould be jealous of you.” His smile grew a touch. He wasn’t trying to flirt with her, he just genuinely believed everything he said.
