The prompt for this one is 'desecrate,' which – as much as I can gather – is like vandalism. I may be wrong, but I'm fairly certain that's what this is. So… Here we go!

Drabble 53

Desecrate

"He is your son, this is your fault." Logan was leaning against the wall in the principal's office of Dalton Academy, very much at home at his old school.

Julian was standing next to him, looking annoyed. They both turned to look at their son, Damien, and they sighed in unison.

"May we have a minute?" Julian asked the principal, who nodded.

Julian and Logan made their way into the empty hallway and, glancing around to make sure they really were alone, started to converse in whispers that escalated into speaking and then yelling.

"He is not just my son! He's your son too!"

"But you're the one who bought him the paint!"

"That's because he said he wanted to be an artist!"

"It's your fault!"

"He would've gotten paint anyway without me."

"You just made it happen all that much sooner."

They stopped talking and looked at each other, anger in their eyes but not hatred, never hatred.

"What do you think he did?" Julian asked after a moment.

"He vandalized Windsor," Logan said. "You knew that."

"Yeah but what do you think he wrote?"

"We'll go out that way and hope they haven't washed it off yet," Logan said. "But this is still your fault."

"It is not, shut up." Julian grabbed Logan's hand and pulled his husband back into the office.

"Okay, we're good. Continue." He sat in the chair next to Damien, who was glaring at everyone in the room in turn.

Logan sat in the chair on Damien's other side. "What were your thoughts on punishment?" he asked the principal.

"Well, I was thinking two weeks of detention to start, and of course he has to wash it off…"

"You mean it's still there?" Logan asked hopefully.

The principal narrowed his eyes at Logan. "Yes…"

"Okay, two weeks sounds good, let's go, Damien can show us what he did." Logan stood up, followed by his husband and son.

.

"Wow. Very nice." Julian nodded in approval.

It just said "WINDSOR SUCKS ASS" but it was still very well-placed – just across the front.

"I would've gone with something more creative…" Julian said.

Damien just rolled his eyes.

"Nice going. Glad you're getting into the spirit of things," Logan said, patting his son's back and turning to go.

"We're proud of you," Julian added.