About Seven Months Later: Cambridge University Campus
It 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
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
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