His eyes were dark, like the night that pulled you in before it swallowed you whole. But he knew that gleam. It wouldn't harm him. He would never. "My name is Michael. And...and you?" "Will. William Briar." Michael. It was almost like he knew him, someone so personal to him. Like a man he could only dream of. It almost hurt. Like he missed him. (Based on Sleeping Beauty (1959) with elements towards Maleficent.) (Byler.)