A strangers eyes stared back at Hadrien from the mirror. The usual avada kedavra green eyes  were surrounded by a dark ring of violet that seemed to almost swirl in the badly lit room. Framed by dark lashes and strands of wild and long black hair.

Combing his hair back from his face, Hadrien noticed that his hair seemed slightly longer and a lot less untameable. The wavy locks still wild looking but no longer looking like a birds nest. Studying his hair for a moment, something silvery on his forehead caught his gaze. Silvery jagged lines were splayed across a small area of his forehead, a single line stretching down just a little past his right eye. Staring at it Hadrien realised with shock that this was the lightning scar. The small little lightning bolt had changed from something that was barely able to be called similar to lightning into something that almost looked like it came from nature itself. Apart from the fact that it didn't disappear you could almost say it actually was lightning incarnated upon his skin.

Reaching up to trace the scar, a small scar on his hand caught his attention. This scar was the same colour as the one on his forehead. Taking a look at the rest of his body, Hadrien noticed that every single scar on his body was the same colour as his lightning scar. There were even a few more scars then he remembered. These scars where large and the smallest was a ten centimetres long scar on his hip bone. The largest crossed Hadrien's chest from his left collarbone down until it was just a few centimetres past his navel. Flashes of images of a wand being held by an old wrinkled hand tore through his mind as he stared at these scars. Feeling a burst of terror erupt in his chest, Hadrien quickly pulled his shirt down.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed his shaking hand through his hair moving it away from his eyes. Grabbing his arms, Hadrien shakily took a deep breath, pushing those images out of his mind as he attempted to regain control of his shaking limbs.

After Hadrien more or less had control of his limbs again, he carefully looked down at his hands studying the small scars and calluses as he tried to regather his thoughts. Turning his hands over he noticed that his nails looked almost bronze like. The tips were similar to the sharpened edge of a blade. If you didn't look closely it was quite likely that you wouldn't notice that his nails were different then normal nails.

Tearing his gaze away from his nails he looked up at the mirror his eyes glazed over with everything that had happened to him in the last few hours.

"You alright deary? You look a bit pale."
Jolting in surprise, Hadrien stared around in shock before realizing that the mirror was the one speaking to him.

"Yes-... Yes I'm fine." He stammered, attempting to send what he hoped was a reassuring smile at the inanimate object. He didn't know how but he knew that the mirror didn't believe he was fine.

"If you say so deary..." Glad that the mirror didn't push him, Hadrien politely apologized for what he was about to do and turned the mirror around so it wasn't facing the room's bed. After he got only a few slight murmurs in response, he trudged over to the bed and fell backwards onto it, spreading his arms out on the bed in his exhaustion.

Relaxing into the sturdy bed, Hadrien let out a mall sigh as he fell asleep. Not noticing as he fell into the arms of morpheus, that two pairs of arms gently tucked him in before softly brushing the hair out of his face.

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A field of flowers spread out to the horizon. Cherry blossoms were twirling in the wind their soft baby pink petals softly landing on tulips and babies breath.

'Little flower... Do you know why the rose has thorns?' A soft voice echoed through Hadrien's ears, soft and motherly, it filled him with a sense of peace that Hadrien could never remember hearing.

'Well do you little flower?' This voice was different from the last, deeper then the first voice it reminded Hadrien of safety and warm hugs. Smiling softly Hadrien pondered over the question they posed. As he was about to answer, a small child's voice spoke out instead.

'Ma...ma.....Pa...pa....' Amused laughter echoed across the field as the two voices answered the little child. A feeling of warmth reminiscent to a hug filling Hadrien's soul.

'That's right little flower... the rose has thorns because it is beautiful... and all beauty must protect itself somehow... my little Hadrien...'

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Hadrien shot up in his bed, hand at his throat as a strangled sob escaped him. Shaking himself he took a look around the room his gaze focusing on a pile of ashes and autumn leaves beside his bed. Pushing the strange dream to the back of his mind, Hadrien hopped out of bed and combed his fingers through his bed hair. Surprised for a moment that he barely encountered any tangles before remembering yesterday. Heaving a sigh, Hadrien covered muffled a yawn with his hand as he stretched.

Giving the ashes a cursory glance, Hadrien walked over to the bathroom. Wiping his hand down his face, he let out a sigh before pulling the bathroom door open. The next second found him on the floor being squashed beneath a certain god of time, while a tall man with black hair was looking up at the ceiling as if to pretend that he had nothing to do with the man who was currently squishing Hadrien into an almost comatose state on the floor.

"Could you get off me. Not that this isn't 'nice' but I do quite like being able to breath in air."
Blushing profusely, Tempus scrambled to get off Hadrien. Standing up, he took a few steps backwards shifting his feet around, as he tried not to look Hadrien in the eye.

"Sorry about that." Hadrien sighed with exasperation as he tried to pick himself up off the floor. Yawning he stumbled and fell back down onto the floor. Internally cursing, he looked up to see a honey tanned hand stretched out to him. Raising his head he looked up at the dark haired man in front of him for a few moments, before taking the outstretched hand and pulling himself up. Looking at the man, he studied him for a few moments before brushing the dust off himself and turning to look at Tempus.

"Considering there is probably a reason you are here, how about we leave the bathroom as it is most definitely not the best place for a conversation." Hearing a chuckle from the dark haired man, Hadrien tried not to quirk his mouth in amusement as he waited for Tempus to walk through the doorway first.

Seeing that everyone was waiting for him to do something, Tempus was confused for a moment before he saw Raven turn to pointedly stare at the bathroom doorway. Realizing what they were waiting for, Tempus felt his face turn red from embarrassment as he quickly ducked out of the bathroom ignoring Raven's amused chuckle.

Leaving the bathroom, Tempus took a deep breath as he prepared himself to talk to Hadrien again. There were times Tempus found himself in a lot of trouble and he felt like this might be one of those times. Turning around Tempus gulped as he came face to face with the sleeping dragon called Hadrien.

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Whoops... so let's just say studying is distracting and hard, and that I should probably just stick to trying to get a chapter out once every two weeks 😅
So anyway here is the newest chapter and ummm please don't kill me? 😅
~ Tired turtle out 💤 🐢