La Ville Des Etoiles (boyxboy)

Chapter 3: Hypotheses

^The picture is how I envision Elise's eyes, but of a warmer gold taking a slightly larger part of the silver. 

^The video is of the amazing cover of Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic by Sleeping at Last. I hope you enjoy it :D

Trigger Warning: slight mention of torture.

-Will's POV-

A hand squeezing mine made me stir from a dark and dreamless sleep.

Without opening my eyes, I let my thumb slide over the side of it, taking note of it's callousness. This wasn't my wife's. And it certainly didn't belong to a woman. I lazily opened an eye, expecting everything to come back all at once. Instead, the past came back in trickles. Unlike the usual cascade where images, emotions, and words clashed in one big storm of disarray, a dam controlled the river of the past and let it come in a small but steady stream which gave me more time to accept the pain. It didn't hurt any less, though, and it didn't stop a tear or two from falling out. But it was still a start.

I shifted my gaze from the ceiling to the man beside me. He sat in a chair, his head hidden beneath an arm. His back rose and fell and he breathed out peaceful snores, as if he was a having good dreams. On the other side of the bed, Cathy was preparing my usual cup of coffee, but she kept giving sideway glances to the man, her eyes clouding with a dreamy gaze before she continued stirring as she stared absently outside the window. I gave her a questioning look, and she gave me a glare, in return.

She silently gave the cup to me before she kneeled in front of where the man was situated and rested her chin on her arm, watching the man with a satisfied look on her face. It's been so long since I last saw that expression of hers. Of admiration and interest. Something that she once gave only to me, before quickly realizing that she couldn't have me.

I studied the man with curiosity. I didn't remember much from last night. But I knew that he was the one who embraced my wolf and took my paw into his hands. It was a miracle that he managed to survive. Even more so when he looked like he didn't have a scratch on him. The man, judging from his back and his arms, was probably a good forty pounds below my weight. Which was big, still. After all, some people referred to me as the buff giant. But his form was more of a trim bull, in comparison. He had big and defined muscles, but it didn't decrease that gentlemanly feel that he seemed to exude. The clothes that he wore were elegant, as if it was made for the higher class. He clutched a pocket watch that seemed to be made entirely of gold, and I pursed my lips, deciding not to ask after he woke from his serene sleep.

Little did I know, that it was coming sooner than expected. That the peace wouldn't last. A quiet mewl broke the silence in the room and his breath grew shallower and shallower as his dream was destroyed and turned into a nightmare. A child's cry filled my mind, and the weird thing was, it was only in my mind. It intensified into a high-pitched peals of anguish and suffering. "Help! Please! Anybody, help!"

Cathy's urgent look told me that I wasn't imagining this. The man's grip grew tighter and tighter, and I grimaced in pain but didn't let go. The ear piercing shriek echoed again and the once admiring housekeeper sobbed in horror as she tried to figure out what was happening. "I won't do it! Even if you have to kill me, I will never do it!" He was sniffling in reality now, and his voice seemed totally different from the boy's. But every time the boy would scream, his breathing seemed to halt. A yowl forced me to focus and I shook the man awake.

The stranger gasped back into the present, as he quickly bolted upright, revealing a tear stricken face that reflected the warm glow of the new dawn. Orbs of the coldest silver and the warmest gold appeared, revealing a profuse stream of tears that fell down from his strange eyes. I knew this man. I knew him as the man that was serving our table in Paris. He was perfectly beautiful, a sight to behold. His chiseled face and the build of his body all weaved together in a seamless whole. He looked like a god, to be honest.