Years... So many... Too many. Could he say it was hard to remember her? No. Not even a little bit. Her beautiful face, smiling so softly at him, her eyes shining in happiness when they were together, such delicate locks of hair, almost as dark as every day he's suffered without her since the day he'd had to leave her...
His dual-named love. His Garnet. His Dagger. Something beautiful and deadly, she needed the two names to properly describe her.
A sigh escaped him as he slumped into the booth, ignoring the various workers moving about the cafe as he stared out the large glass-pane windows looking out to the docks and the expansive and calm ocean. It was a beautiful day out, just past noon. A perfect time for a date, truly. If what they were doing could actually be called a date...
Leaving a letter without seeing her... That was cowardly. But he'd been scared. He hadn't even left his name. Only to come here today, alone. What was he thinking..? It had been so long? What if she'd not even waited for him? He would hardly had blamed her if she had moved on. More than anything he simply wanted her happy... He had not even explained his reasons for leaving... She must have been furious... and devastated...
Another sigh as he dropped forward, very nearly pouting as he rested his chin on the table, ignoring the disapproving look from the waitress that set down the drink. He could hardly claim to have gained maturity over the years.
He must be mad... Absolutely round the bend... Paws pulled the rich fabric of his robs close to his body and away from the... questionable surroundings as he sat quite stiffly in his chair, waiting for his... guest.
Of the witches remaining in the world. The purebloods, the half bloods... There were even other races, quite strong in magic. And who does he call to meet him? Hermione Bloody Granger... Hot-tempered, mud-blooded, Gryffindor... If his parents, aunt... ANYONE one his side of the family knew of this... Well the harsh lessons of his childhood would look like sunshine and unicorns in comparison to what they would do to him.
But he was older now... And he'd like to think, more mature. He preferred avoidance, to seeking out and fighting with his 'enemies' of the past. And he certainly didn't want to join in his aunt and father's madness... Perhaps his uncle had the right idea? Severus' mate was muggle. Not a single drop of magic in her, and the man was happier than he'd ever seen him...
He could not go that far himself... He took his line seriously, he wanted his magic to continue. But... The madness of the Purebloods was too much for him, and most everyone else was taken or he absolutely could not stand.
Could he stand Granger? He wasn't sure... What he was sure of was that... She was powerful, a very powerful with, blood purity or not, and most definitely the smartest of their age. And... She was beautiful. He'd never have admitted as much before, in their school years. But truly, she had grown into a beautiful young kat. It was unavoidable fact. Any way you looked at it, there was no better mate one could hope for.
Now he just had to convince her of that...
He scowled away the server who asked if he planned to order anything, watching them scamper away quickly at the sight of bared fangs, before turning his pale eyes back to staring at the table, waiting in the uncomfortable-for-him settings that he hopped the female would like at the least.
