Fairytale System (BL)

Worth the Wait

There were rumours through the streets that the Bluebeard household was once long ago cursed by a witch. The curse was the wife of the eldest son of Bluebeard will always be victim of an unknown disease and die. 

The rumour came in handy when killing his wives. No one even suspected him, just like nobody suspected his father years ago. Everyone thought it was the curse taking place.

Bluebeard sipped his tea with grace. He glanced at his wife and smirked to himself, as he watched her sip the poisoned tea.

The poison had always came in handy when killing his wives. The poison disguised itself as an unknown disease with no cure. It would become completely dormant at it's final stage making the poisoned person, think they are healthy again. That was the time he tortured his victim to their death.

"The ball last week was delightful, wasn't it, my lord?" Elizabeth said. She sipped her tea and admired the garden's view.

"Indeed, it was delightful," Bluebeard agreed but there was only one person who made the ball delightful to him.

Noel James.

Ever since they met, Bluebeard had been searching for excuses to be around Noel. 

Bluebeard invited Noel to hunting parties and watch Noel clumsily stumble over the rough paths and help him. He invited Noel to every kind of gathering, he attended.

As long as Noel was around, Bluebeard had a strange urge to capture the beauty and hide him from the world. He became alive when Noel was around.

Noel's beauty held no bound in Bluebeard's eyes and he was dying to owe it and call Noel his.

"My lord, do you have any plans for the evening?" Elizabeth asked.

Bluebeard nodded.

"I made plans to met with a friend." He said and blew air into his tea before taking another sip.

"What about you?" He asked.

Elizabeth smiled and answered, "I will be meeting with some ladies and we will discuss poetries."

"Enjoy your afternoon, dear," Bluebeard said.

"You too, my lord."

Both husband and wife enjoyed their afternoon tea. 

Bluebeard looked around the garden, he looked at the gardener tending the rose bushes and wondered what Noel could was doing right now.

Paint splattered against the floor in his frustration. Noel stared at the mess and frowned. He had been painting to pass his time but the sudden thought that came in his mind made him drop the paintings he was holding.

Since he came to this world he had been doing nothing but hanging out with Bluebeard and painting.

He would either be found doing some activities with Bluebeard or painting.

Noel stared at the mess, he was not able to paint for a while. As he continued to stared at the paint splatter floor, he suddenly had an epiphany.

Noel got on his knees on the floor and slapped both of his hands into the puddle of paint. 

Noel got up and turned towards the empty canvas with a huge excited smile on his face.

Time skipped by so fast, that only the knock on the door made Noel look away from his canvas. The huge oak door opened and revealed a dark-haired man.

He charmingly smiled at Noel.

"I was wondering why you did not arrived at our meeting place like usual," the man said, his deep voice left an unshakable impression inside Noel, reminding him of someone he once knew.

"Forgive me, my lord," Noel slowly spoke, "I was painting and lost track of time."

Noel still felt nervous around Bluebeard, and somehow Noel felt like Bluebeard knew it too. However, Bluebeard seem to respectfully keep his distance from Noel but he does tale advantage of Noel's nervousness sometimes.

Noel felt like he was walking on thin ice whenever he dealt with Bluebeard. Noel was scared that if he walked too heavily on the ice, it will break and the next thing he knew, Bluebeard would be chocking him to death.

"Of course, you got distracted," Bluebeard smiled. He closed the door behind his back and walked towards Noel with a cat like grace.

"Let me see what you painted," he mused and stood next to Noel.

Edward Bluebeard had to admit that Noel was a good painter. Noel had painted a man with brown tanned skin and forest green eyes. The man had a sad expression on his face as he looked into his looker's eyes.

"He is sad," he softly murmured.

Noel followed Bluebeard's eyes and looked at the painting. He had no idea why he decided to paint this man but there was something nostalgic about the man in the painting, that made Noel ache for him.

"He lost his lover," Noel spoke, "He lost the only person he ever loved and he is now heartbroken."

Bluebeard hummed softly at his explanation.

"It seems you gave him a backstory before you painted, Mr. James."

Noel looked at the painting with a soft look and a small smile. Bluebeard's breath hitched as he suddenly became aware of the closeness between Noel and him.

"Just a step away…" He trailed off.

Noel looked at Bluebeard with a questioning look. Bluebeard just smiled and shook his head.

"A poem came in my mind," he lied.

Noel smiled at him and reached for a handkerchief to wipe his hands. 

"I was feeling quite frustrated that I couldn't paint anything," he began, "and I accidentally spilled the paint on the floor. Thanks to it, I had an epiphany."

"You have made a beautiful painting," Bluebeard praised as he reached for the handkerchief in Noel's hand. 

A small sound of protest escaped Noel's lips but he shut his mouth when Bluebeard began to wipe away the paint in Noel's hand with a soft smile on his face.

Noel would say nothing, his throat lost his voice and he quietly stood as light breeze fluttered through the curtains and carcassed his cheeks. 

Noel watched Bluebeard through his lashes who was just focused on his task of wiping the paint away from his hand.

Can such a soft man be a s******c killer?

"I knew you lost yourself in a painting, when you failed to come for the game,' Bluebeard said, his eyes still on Noel's paint stained hands.

"Please forgive me for making you wait," Noel softly said.

Bluebeard finally raised his eyes and gave him a smile. 

"You are worth waiting, Mr. James."