Fairytale System (BL)

Bollocks

"Are you enjoying this?" Bluebeard asked.

They were in an art auction and looking through the paintings. It was held in the same place, where Bluebeard had took Noel, two years ago.

Noel never took his eyes off from the painting and spoke.

"It is beautiful." He said, then walked away.

Bluebeard watched Noel walk away and sighed. He hoped by the end of the day, Noel would atleast look at him.

Noel had no idea how to end this story. He married the bad guy, he haven't accomplished his mission and he felt like he had to sleep with an eye open.

Noel didn't even admired the paintings and just gave them occasional glance and said some nice words whenever Bluebeard sneaked up behind him and asked how the painting was.

Noel glanced at the direction were he had left Bluebeard. He was looking at the painting they had just talked about and was talking with his assistant.

Noel sighed and decided to walk around more.

Ever since he married Bluebeard, Noel would paint nothing. He just read books and the library at the Bluebeard mansion was soon going to be out of books to read.

Edward's family were very nice to him. The head of Bluebeard—Edward's father played chess with him and his brother the youngest soon took him for horse riding.

Both of the males always apologised on behalf of Edward.

Sometimes Noel just wanted to blurt out to them that Bluebeard killed his own wife but stopped himself.

It was like Bluebeard said.

No one was going to believe him.

*** 

Bluebeard had invited Noel for evening tea. He was late by two hours.He knew Noel was doing it on purpose but he waited for Noel patiently.

The door finally opened and Noel came in fixing his coat.

"Sorry, I was—"

"Nora," Noel said, his face held a flicker of surprise.

Bluebeard felt his heart clench.

An emotion. He finally showed an emotion after so many months, Bluebread thought to himself.

"Brother!" Nora exclaimed, standing up from her seat and walked towards her brother, "Oh, brother! Why were you so late? We were waiting for you!"

Noel looked at the table and saw Stevenson and Bluebeard looking at them.

Bluebeard stood up from his seat, followed by Stevenson and walked towards Noel and Nora.

"You seem so blue these few days," Bluebeard explained, "I thought inviting your sister over would cheer you up."

Noel looked away.

"Thank you…my lord."

"I have some important things to deal with Mr.Stevenson," Bluebeard said, "Excuse us and enjoy your tea."

Both of them  walked out of the room. 

The moment the door closed behind them, Noel slumped down on the floor. 

"Brother!" Nora called and got on her knees next to him. She held Noel's hand between hers.

"What happened?" She asked.

Noel took in a deep shuddering breath. 

"I- I am fine, sister," Noel said, "but please listen to me carefully."

Nora's face turned serious as she listened to Noel.

Stevenson looked at his friend from the corner of his eyes and cleared his throat. 

"He is planning to…"

"I know," Bluebeard said, staring out of the window and watching the flowers in the garden.

"Do you plan to do something about it?" 

Bluebeard shook his head.

"I am weak against him," Bluebeard said, "Those green eyes drives me crazy. His presence drives me insane yet somehow I become more sane. It is confusing. I want him but I do not want to tear his skin apart and feel his blood against my skin but to hold him and hear his heartbeat, feel his breath against my skin. I am going mad!"

Bluebeard took in a deep shuddering breath and kept looking at the flowers.

Stevenson froze for a moment before coming to his sense when Bluebeard weakly asked, "What is wrong with me?"

"Did you considered the possibility of you being in love with him?" Stevenson weakly suggested.

Bluebeard looked at his friend with a sharp look in his eyes.

"I haven't loved anyone since my first wife. Oh, I loved that woman only to see her in another man's arm in our bed." Bluebeard hissed.

Stevenson shook his head, as much as Bluebeard was cunning and cautious. He becomes rash when a situation is not under his control.

"People fall back in love again, Edward," Stevenson softly said, "When they met someone better, someone worthy."

"You have been married a lot of times," he continued, when Bluebeard didn't say anything.

"And each time, your wives worshipped you and you did nothing to please them, just a glance or a smile towards them was enough to make them devote to you for life but Noel? Your husband? He is different. He doesn't go around pleasing you, you try to please him as much as possible."

"So, are you suggesting I am in love, with him?"

Stevenson smiled, "You married him. You married a man."

Bluebeard smirked at his friend.

"I married him for the same reason, I married my previous wives. To kill, do not confuse me with my obsession for beauty with silly feelings like love."

Stevenson shrugged. He didn't really cared about Noel, but Bluebeard seem to feel different about Noel. Plus, he wouldn't be able to bear to see his lovely Nora become sad over her brother's death.

"Both of our words hold the truth, you did marry him for your pleasure to own him but do you not think you changed over the time?"

Bluebeard sighed. Stevenson was intrusive, once he made his point, he will force people to agree with him. 

"I do not think, I—"

"Did you got a new painting?" Stevenson asked, while looking up at the painting.

The painting was of two men. One laid on the ground bleeding while the other man held him in a loving embrace and cried.

Adiones and Ares, confused lovers.

"Yes," Bluebeard said, "I took Noel to an art showroom to cheer him up and he seem to take interest in that painting so, I bought—"

"Bollocks," Bluebeard cursed, under his breath. When he realised he was doing exactly what Stevenson was saying. He had been going out of his way to please Noel.

Stevenson burst out laughing.

Bluebeard grumbled under his breath, a sudden flash of heat blooming through his cheeks.

"You are never patient," Stevenson said, as he stopped his laugh, "Noel has never bend to your will and instead of losing your temper at him, you try you hardest to please him."

Bluebeard slowly met Stevenson's eyes.

"It sounds a lot like love, Edward."