Five and Half Years Later: London
Schuyler at just twenty-two, was already climbing steadily up the political ladder. As soon as he had taken the job, holding small position in the government, he had bought a house in London that was located fairly close to Olliver's house. He wanted to be able to meet Olliver whenever needed. He had kept his house open to Abigail and Olliver, asking them to visit whenever they wanted. He had given them a key, just in case.
Olliver was now nearing his twelfth birthday and he was already finishing his 9th grade. The boy was enthusiastically gaining more and more knowledge about all things in the world, gobbling up big books on science and all things in the universe. He had developed a special fascination with chemicals and their reactions with each other. Much to Schuyler’s delight and also fear, Olliver had taken over the small garage at Schuyler’s home to conduct his experiments. Although, this was very ad
Two Years Later Schuyler was now gaining popularity as one of the most intelligent political strategists in his circle. He had gained several promotions and his name was making rounds among the parties of all wings. Only his name was famous though and it seemed like buzzing everywhere. Not many people had had the opportunity to meet him in person and most people whispered about him rather than talk or ask about him. He had somehow ended up working behind the scenes, rather than become a public figure. This worked just fine for Schuyler. This evening Schuyler was at a discreet bar, sorry gentlemen's club, where he had visited a handful of times over the years. Ever since he met Olliver, who was now fourteen and growing-up fast, the number of his sexual encounters had reduced drastically. He had taken to visit this club only when it happened to be too much to bear. He ordered posh escorts, who he could have a pleasant time with for just a night. Over t
Three Years LaterOlliver was growing up into a tall and handsome man and it was becoming more and more difficult for Schuyler to ignore how his body was reacting towards his soulmate. Olliver was tall with the same baby blue sparkling eyes and had now developed cheek bones to die for. His thick, brunet curls kept bouncing, giving him bed hair most of the time. He never cared about taming his hair, if he does it purposely to torture Schuyler, it was not sure. Lately though it was getting more and more difficult. Olliver was acting unlike himself, but still like himself. Schuyler couldn't understand at all why he was uncomfortable. Was it all him or was Olliver doing it on purpose? It had gotten worse when Olliver had requested his mother to let him stay at Schuyler's place for at least the first week of his holidays. So the two boys were alone in Schuyler's big house and the government official had never felt so out of breath before. Olliver had taken to roam
Ten Years Later: London Crime Scene"Mr. Raverton, for you," Olliver Raverton, at mere 27 was one of the most revered scientists in England. Tall, curly dark hair, pale, smooth skin, high cheek bones probably the envy of most Hollywood actors, Olliver had grown into a handsome and attractive young man. His love for chemicals and experiments had only grown further and he was now working with top pharmaceutical manufacturers to improve all sorts of medications.The researcher looked at the small note that the man in suit was offering him and without even taking a second's glance he told the man, "He can wait, I am working." The man reluctantly stepped back, knowing he had been dismissed. Olliver went back to his experiment, adjusting his protective glasses and started jotting down his observations in his little blue diary. This diary, a gift from Schuyler, was customized to write down all the details of a chemical experiment. The older man had assured th
It was a pleasant evening in the quaint little town of Mauverton when almost-seventeen-year-old Schuyler Raverton was returning home after treating himself to some pastries from his favorite local bakery. He was also carrying a couple of parcels for his parents, especially his mother who had a bit of a sweet-tooth. The only Raverton child, a genius in all regards, was home for his spring break opting to spend time with his parents and researching rather than partying and frolicking with his low-IQ peers at the university. The wind was soothing and nature was showering its blessings as varied colored flowers were filling the air with their fragrance. Spring was Schuyler’s favorite season, especially if he got the time to spend it in the countryside.Today felt especially different, though. The moment Schuyler stepped outside his house he had something of an epiphany. He ignored the thrumming in his chest that was indicative of something special, although he believed that
Mrs. Vienna Raverton was sitting in the front lawn of the manor sipping her afternoon tea, awaiting her son who had promised to bring her some of her favorite delicate pastries. She was thinking about how well her son was doing, already having two Bachelors’ degrees and working on his Masters. Although he was the youngest student in the university, he seemed to have established a good camaraderie with his peers. He also seemed to be taking an interest in exploring sexual side of things like any other normal teenager, although she was glad that he was not acting like the teens who had a one-track mind. Mothers always knew these things, especially about their sons. Her Schuyler was destined for bigger things. She just hoped that her boy would have an equally brilliant soulmate. Vienna was glad that her son had a soulmate mark, although it was not as intricate as hers. While hers and her husband’s marks were intricate designs that resembled ornate henna tattoos, Schuyler&rs
Abigail Langdon was a strong woman. She owned properties in London and managed them all on her own. She was married young to a supposedly honest gentleman, only to find out later that he was a well-known name in the city’s underground business. About a decade into the marriage, her husband was killed in a police encounter and all his so-called legal properties were transferred to her. However, Abigail was closing in on 35 when she had to take the reins and ended up becoming the landlady of couple of apartment buildings in London. She had many proposals by men but she was no longer interested in dating or men in general. However, she wanted a child and so when she had somewhat settled, she adopted a one-year old chubby boy and gave him her name, Olliver Langdon. Abigail fell in love with the child the moment she saw him and immediately decided he was the one.And now here she was, hugging and trying to comfort her baby, who was crying non-stop. At first she thought that
Vienna knocked on her son’s door, carrying a tray of soup, but there was no response. She knew her son was not asleep, although the lights were off. She always had a sixth sense about such things, although sometimes she felt it was better to ignore her hunch and deal with it when the time came. She knocked again, calling, “Sky..”. She heard a faint, “hmm” from the room and so he pushed open the door and switched on the lights. Her son was sitting, slumped against the headboard with a deep look of sadness on his face. She sighed and placed the soup on the bedside table and then sat beside Schuyler. She stroked Schuyler’s hair and was glad to see her son lean on her shoulder softly. They sat there like that for some time and then Vienna could not hold it any longer.“You gonna tell me what happened? Sky, you have to talk to me, you know?”Schuyler sighed and mumbled something. It was so soft and unintelligible that Vienna m
Abigail Langdon was exhausted. It had been a long day yesterday, although the trouble started only in the evening following the incident at the park. After the young boy ran away, Olliver continued to cry and struggle in her arms. It had been extremely difficult to calm her baby boy. However, her troubles did not end there. Somewhere around two-thirty in the morning Olliver had started hiccupping and sighing in his sleep and that is when Abigail realized that the toddler was burning up. He had high fever. She immediately woke up Olliver, forced him to swallow some paracetamol and started placing cold towels on his forehead. It had been a long night. Olliver’s fever had gone down just a tad bit but it was clear that she would have to go to the doctors’ soon. She had checked his mark and was relieved to see that it was not swollen or infected. Usually, the marks took care of themselves and the need for medical attention would be rare. Abigail was concerned about the fever.
Ten Years Later: London Crime Scene"Mr. Raverton, for you," Olliver Raverton, at mere 27 was one of the most revered scientists in England. Tall, curly dark hair, pale, smooth skin, high cheek bones probably the envy of most Hollywood actors, Olliver had grown into a handsome and attractive young man. His love for chemicals and experiments had only grown further and he was now working with top pharmaceutical manufacturers to improve all sorts of medications.The researcher looked at the small note that the man in suit was offering him and without even taking a second's glance he told the man, "He can wait, I am working." The man reluctantly stepped back, knowing he had been dismissed. Olliver went back to his experiment, adjusting his protective glasses and started jotting down his observations in his little blue diary. This diary, a gift from Schuyler, was customized to write down all the details of a chemical experiment. The older man had assured th
Three Years LaterOlliver was growing up into a tall and handsome man and it was becoming more and more difficult for Schuyler to ignore how his body was reacting towards his soulmate. Olliver was tall with the same baby blue sparkling eyes and had now developed cheek bones to die for. His thick, brunet curls kept bouncing, giving him bed hair most of the time. He never cared about taming his hair, if he does it purposely to torture Schuyler, it was not sure. Lately though it was getting more and more difficult. Olliver was acting unlike himself, but still like himself. Schuyler couldn't understand at all why he was uncomfortable. Was it all him or was Olliver doing it on purpose? It had gotten worse when Olliver had requested his mother to let him stay at Schuyler's place for at least the first week of his holidays. So the two boys were alone in Schuyler's big house and the government official had never felt so out of breath before. Olliver had taken to roam
Two Years Later Schuyler was now gaining popularity as one of the most intelligent political strategists in his circle. He had gained several promotions and his name was making rounds among the parties of all wings. Only his name was famous though and it seemed like buzzing everywhere. Not many people had had the opportunity to meet him in person and most people whispered about him rather than talk or ask about him. He had somehow ended up working behind the scenes, rather than become a public figure. This worked just fine for Schuyler. This evening Schuyler was at a discreet bar, sorry gentlemen's club, where he had visited a handful of times over the years. Ever since he met Olliver, who was now fourteen and growing-up fast, the number of his sexual encounters had reduced drastically. He had taken to visit this club only when it happened to be too much to bear. He ordered posh escorts, who he could have a pleasant time with for just a night. Over t
Five and Half Years Later: LondonSchuyler at just twenty-two, was already climbing steadily up the political ladder. As soon as he had taken the job, holding small position in the government, he had bought a house in London that was located fairly close to Olliver's house. He wanted to be able to meet Olliver whenever needed. He had kept his house open to Abigail and Olliver, asking them to visit whenever they wanted. He had given them a key, just in case.Olliver was now nearing his twelfth birthday and he was already finishing his 9th grade. The boy was enthusiastically gaining more and more knowledge about all things in the world, gobbling up big books on science and all things in the universe. He had developed a special fascination with chemicals and their reactions with each other. Much to Schuyler’s delight and also fear, Olliver had taken over the small garage at Schuyler’s home to conduct his experiments. Although, this was very ad
About Seven Months Later: Cambridge University CampusIt was a beautiful sunny Monday morning so Schuyler decided to sit by the lake and continue to work on his traditional Madarin. He had arrived last night from London, having spent the weekend at Olliver's place. He was amazed at how fast the toddler was growing, both in his intellectual abilities as well as physical attributes. This weekend was special as they had planned to have a picnic at Hyde Park, which Olliver had wanted to visit for a while. It seemed that one of friends at school was boasting pictures of his visit and that had gotten the little genius excited. Over the months, Abigail had become comfortable having Schuyler around and she was pleased at how the teenager was guiding her son in learning new things. She had made all of the favorites for both boys and they had hopped on the tube to the park on Saturday. Schuyler and Olliver enjoyed themselves a lot, especially after the toddler caught a
"I am not sure how to explain everything to Olliver. I mean, since he met Schuyler, he knows there's a connection between the two, but he is still just a five-year old..."Craig sighed as Abigail explained her concerns but it was Schuyler who answered, "Why should he understand anything right away?" The teenager was just returning to the living room after settling Olliver in the adjoining room with book. Schuyler was pleased to see that Olliver was more interested in the rows and rows of books available in the room rather than the piles of video games. When Olliver had settled down with a book on rare flesh-eating plants around the world, Schuyler had returned and overheard Abigail talking."Schuyler.."Schuyler shook his head, "No mama, hear me out please." The three adults glanced at each other but nodded anyway."Olliver doesn't need to understand the depth of the connection right away. We are just going to be friends now. All that is important is that
Three days had passed since the meeting in the park and Vienna, along with other house-staff, was sputtering around the mansion as she took care of all the arrangements for the diner party. Ever since the meeting it seemed like entire house was filled with a joyous halo. Schuyler could be found smiling and humming all around the house. He had talked to Olliver a couple of times on phone and it seemed like nothing could bring his spirits down now.Vienna had called Abigail the day after the talk with Craig and had a long conversation with her. She had asked if Abigail was aware of the situation between the two boys and her thoughts on the matter. She had asked after Olliver's health and was relieved to know that the fever had subsided quite a bit. She asked about Olliver's father. Abigail was a little hesitant at first, but said that she was widowed and then she had adopted Olliver. Vienna had finally told the woman on the other end that it would be best if they all sat down a
That evening when Craig Raverton came home, he found Schuyler playing basket-ball in the front yard. It had been almost a week since he had even gotten a glimpse of his son. When he had raised his concerns, Vienna had assured him that everything would sort itself out. So, he knew there was a problem but he had no clue as to what. Craig Raverton had kept the environment in his house such that whatever the matter, his son and his wife could talk to him. He was not a traditional person and believed that Schuyler trusted him enough to approach him with anything. However, both of them had yet to talk to him about the recent problem and he could not take it anymore. He had decided that today he would talk to both of them, but watching Schuyler play ball, a happy glow on his face, he realized it might not all be bad. “Hello Son, it’s good to see you being yourself again,” he said as he approached Schuyler. Schuyler had not noticed his father as his mind was still filled with Ollive
This was it, Schuyler thought as he stared at the little boy in front me. He was once again struck by the kid’s captivating eyes. The clear blue eyes were sparkling with joy. The boy’s cheeks were flushed pink from the running and his hair strewn in every direction. He was wearing a dark red t-shirt and jeans shorts with sneakers. His attire maybe nothing special but he was definitely unique, the teenager couldn’t help thinking. The little boy exuded charm like he had never seen before and Schuyler had not even heard his voice yet.Vienna saw the child come to a halt in front of her son and couldn’t help but be awed by him. He was definitely a beautiful toddler but what was so unique about him were definitely his eyes and how they shined crystal blue. And the grin. Vienna thought an angel must definitely gain a wing every time the kid smiled. She couldn’t help but wonder how special this child must be since the Universe chose him for her