barty crouch is dead. (sparkofgenius) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2010-12-08 00:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | - retired: aurora sinistra, barty crouch |
Who: Barty and Rora
What: Talking?
When: Tuesday Evening
Where: Astronomy Tower
Warnings: TBD.
Barty was pleased with himself with how well he had handled the situation with Bayleigh. Of course, he still wanted to know who the bloke was who was ignoring his little girl so that he could have him offed before he took advantage of her, but all in all, he thought he had done well. This was surprising to him considering he had no role model in the form of a father; the one he'd had had been worse than nothing at all. He wouldn't be that for Bayleigh, though, and that was as much a survival tactic as it was a paternal instinct. History did not need to repeat itself and he certainly did not want his daughter out there trying to kill him.
The talk had, however, reminded him that, being who he was, honesty was key and, first and foremost, he needed to be honest with himself. And if he was honest with himself, he knew he loved Rora. Yes, he knew it was hard to be around Chas because something very primal in him wanted to do bad things to her, but he had had that once with Rora, he could find that again, couldn't he? He had to try, at least, and avoiding was not trying. She deserved so much more from him than an owled necklace or a chance meeting in his office. It was a testament, the fact that he could count the things he loved on one hand: Bayleigh, the Dark Lord, himself and Rora, though not necessarily in that order.
So, here he was, unannounced, standing in Rora's doorway, a silly, nostalgic grin on his face and a hand in his trouser pocket. He wouldn't blame her if she didn't want to see him, but he certainly hoped he could figure out what was happening between them before the gap between them became a canyon, before it was too late, before he lived the next eighty years regretting that he had not done anything to make everything as it should have been. He was a Crouch. And, as he had told his daughter, Crouch's didn't lose what they wanted without a fight. Here he was, ready to fight if he had to.