There's a wobble, and all the air seems to fly out of the room as Bernard visibly restrains himself from kneeling, from catching, from helping his son along.
He needs to do this himself.
He glances over and catches first Raph's eye, then Nymphadora's, his eyes dry but shining, then turns to look at Crowley and Anthony, Anthony and Crowley, two names which refer to one person and two at once, two people who with their black hair and pale skin seem to be related and in fact are in every way but one.
Anthony takes three more steps and grabs Crowley's knee with a possessive "HA!" and Bernard busts out laughing, because his son just looked up at Crowley with a strange and familiar expression of amused triumph in all-too-familiar blue eyes.
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Date: 2007-04-15 03:00 am (UTC)He needs to do this himself.
He glances over and catches first Raph's eye, then Nymphadora's, his eyes dry but shining, then turns to look at Crowley and Anthony, Anthony and Crowley, two names which refer to one person and two at once, two people who with their black hair and pale skin seem to be related and in fact are in every way but one.
Anthony takes three more steps and grabs Crowley's knee with a possessive "HA!" and Bernard busts out laughing, because his son just looked up at Crowley with a strange and familiar expression of amused triumph in all-too-familiar blue eyes.