Chapter 1
16 years later
The waves of electric blue danced with violet petals as they slowly glided against the night sky, intimately touching one another as their colours crossed the observatory's cobalt scene.
It bored me.
I reached my hand for the small, rectangular piece of plastic that sat on the table which, sensing my will, flew across the room and into my hand, and with a twist of a dial the blue whirlwind of colours slowly drained away, emerging instead a bleak black sky which mirrored my emotions.
"I actually liked that setting", his bored voice echoes from behind me as he strolls in, and I immediately jump up.
"Where have you been?" I demand, anger notable in my voice as I walk towards him.
The tan lines that mark his skin seem to jump out at me, the mocha a contrast from the pale white etched with freckles, freckles that he had been gifted from a women who's memory only seemed to ignite the fact that she was gone.
"Relax. I was just chilling for a bit", he laughs as he plunks himself into my armchair and pours himself a scotch leisurely.
"Two whole weeks, Scor. Two whole fucking weeks you've been gone, while I've been trying to search my ass off for you, and I'm sick of your shit"
"Chill dad, just chill. I was out hunting. Those damn fuckers are breeding like leeches down in the old town" he comments as he sips his drink.
I give him a scathing look.
"You know how I feel about your extra-curricular activities.
Scorpius snorts into his glass.
"They aren't even fucking humans. You should've seen them, crawling around in the filth, with those animal eyes, begging for food" He sneers as his eyes are filled with a hatred that scared me.
"They are none of your concern. I'm just doing my duty as your father," I say, as I grab the glass out of Theo's hand, and give him a scathing look.
"You didn't care earlier, so why would you now" He snorts coldly, abruptly standing up, and with a cold look, left my office.
"Its what your mother would have wanted" I call out, and he pauses outside the room.
"She made me like this" he states in a monotone voice,
"Dirty"
He stalks off into the passage, leaving me in the observatory. The fireplace threatens to burn the foot that lays carelessly close to its embers, but even the heat of the flames do not warm my heart.
"He will never understand us, my love" I sigh,
"Never".