Summary: The Thief Lord is all grown up, and it's time for him to take what he wants. Dark! Scipio.
Everything Changes-by PS
Nothing ever lasts forever.
That was a lesson that Scipio had learned throughout his entire life.
The better days when his mother was still around, the long nights of staring out into the waters of the Canals, the days with his loveable gang of orphans and runaways.
They had all ended.
When Scipio rode the merry-go-round it had all changed.
Now, he was a grown up, and that was the way that it would stay. There was no going back. And that was for the better.
Now that he was grown up, the Thief Lord had the ability to do things differently, the way to get rid of loose ends, the ability to take what he wanted.
And he did.
The first step was to get rid of his father, and that was almost too easy.
He snuck into his old home with silent steps, the knife glinting in his hand in the spare moonlight, the pale skin of his father's throat stained red an imprint forever branded on his mind.
The utter betrayed and horrified look on his father's face one that he would never forget.
The empowering feeling he received once the job was done, the blood of his sire coating his hands, that feeling, well, that feeling would be there for an eternity.
After that, he was emitted into Victor's services, a partner of all senses, the office an outstanding place to begin his regime, his empire.
Victor knew what he was doing, that much was obvious. He knew that Scipio had killed his own father, it was as if the newly turned adult still wore the blood on his hands. The clarity of the situation made Scipio confident that he could trust Victor, and it seemed that the older detective felt the same way. Scipio was good at his job, and that was all that Victor Getz needed to know, apparently.
The next step was the hardest.
The next step was finally getting what he truly wanted. Prosper.
Beautiful Prosper with his serious face, his sparking eyes, his ferocious, protective nature.
He had had Hornet spy on Prosper for him, had her take notes of what the boy wanted, of what he needed.
And, when the time was right, Scipio would provide all of these things for him, would move further into his heart, as his plan had been from the beginning.
Hornet understood, and said that she would help, would try to persuade Prosper to give him another chance.
It worked.
It happened when Bo fell ill, Signora Ida away on a trip, so there was little help to be found in Prosper and Bo's new home with the Signora.
Hornet fetched Scipio right away, and the Thief Lord hurried to Casa Spavento, offering his services in taking Bo to the doctor, and it seemed to work. Prosper accepted his invitation of help, and as the two waited together at the hospital Prosper leaned against the young detective, his eyes worried, and his face haggard with lack of sleep.
He had never looked more beautiful.
Once Bo got better Prosper came to fully thank Scipio at his new apartment, the older male welcoming and kind up until the moment Prosper blushed and stammered out a thank-you. Scipio could not resist swooping in, placing a forceful kiss upon his beloved's lips.
Prosper had been so confused, and Scipio had reveled in it, had been apologetic, though the small dark part of his heart leapt with joy and sadistic intent.
Prosper would be his soon, and everyone in Venice would know it.
After all, Scipio was Thief Lord, and Emperor of his new empire, and Prosper would be at his side soon enough, ruling over the small piece of the world that they would call their own…
