▽ We'll never be Royals ▽
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Travelling via Midgard's many hidden paths between the veils had became a past time of his. Once a day he would delve, tracing the forgotten trails, left empty with disuse as the mortals on Earth lost their knowledge of the mystics. There was not much else he could do anyway, realizing he had wasted months just trying to find himself a Midgardian assistant he was marginally satisfied with. Even the poor handmaiden he had rescued proved more troublesome than she was worth and he had released her to fend for her own in this world.
Today however, he was making his way from Manhattan towards London's Stonehenge via the Ley lines when he caught traces of another's signature. All magic and beings held a signature and this one... this one belonged to a twin. The dark shadowy form of the deceased turned his horned head in that direction. Normally he did not give a rat's ass about his twins - when he did sense them - since this was a Multiverse... But death and Thanos reeked from this one.
The last time he approached a trail like this... led to heartbreak. Yet he could not stop himself, traversing and tracking the other's magical trail to an abandoned mansion. He found him soon enough, the pitiful thing. The man he found resembled himself far too much while he was alive to keep the spirit which did not even have a physical form to feel any response, desire to flinch.
Again the heartbreak served as a strong reminder. Breathing out, the spirit chided himself, that it was a foolish matter he should have gotten over by now. It was not like he was about to give his heart away again, as easily as he had to another twin before. With his stored magic, he cast his opaque form into being, however still immaterial. But he made his presence known, stepping on the creaking wood as he closed in on the room once more, his strides steady and purposeful.