The Observatory had always been one of Damien's favorite haunts, especially on a clear night when the castle was quiet and his thoughts were feeling too... Loud.

This was one of those times. He didn't know what had turned him so thoughtful all of a sudden, his mother often said it was his intuition striking him before whatever was about to happen, happened, while his father, impractical, crazy man that he was, called it*teen angst and told Damien to push through it.

Damien sort of believed it was the sooner, which was way he was here tonight with his bubble pipe and a book, in an attempt to clear his head and empty himself of all the maddening thoughts threatening to overload him. He sat down cross legged on the floor and sighed, taking in the quiet and the night and just... Enjoying it.

Of course, the dreamy-headed boy had no idea he'd soon be interrupted, if he had, he might have packed up and gotten the hell out of dodge.