Thread: Que Sera, Sera (random fics)

La Belle Bte. The beautiful...? Beast. Ben quirked a brow, eyeing his roommate curiously. Oh yeah? Brady nodded, his blond hair falling forward and curtaining his face as per usual. For once Ben, didn't feel compelled to look away. There was something significant about that title. It stuck in his head and refused to let out until he explored the possibilities of those three foreign words. The beautiful. Well, that made sense. He hadn't seen anything so unconventionally beautiful in his entire life. Brady had the most confusingly lovely face. It was difficult to assign him a gender. He seemed almost genderless at times and devoid of earthly bindings. He was surreal in a sense. Or so Ben thought every time he dwelled on his roommate's fantastical appearance. He really was a fairy. You're staring at me, Benny. I know, Ben admitted, not bothering to play the defense card. What use was it to lie to a truth wizard? I'm happy to hear that you can differentiate between accusations and observations. There wasn't anything accusatory about your tone, Ben concluded, pausing to think a moment, At least, I don't think. You're hard to read. Brady glanced up from what he was reading. The corner of his lips were twitching in what Ben recognized as the 'almost-smile'. The book reminds me of you. You haven't even read it. The title, I mean. It reminds me of you. Brady snorted, his nostrils flaring. Whether it was annoyance or amusement, Ben couldn't tell. Either way, it made the fairy look spectacularly mischievous. Ben was reminded of a Midsummer Night's Dream. Brady could be likened to someone like Puck. He really could. The novel is an allegory for French society in the 60s. Don't ruin this for me. You're not even gonna read it. That! Ben pointed, a grin spreading across his face, Now that was an accusatory tone. You're funny, Brady concluded, returning his gaze to the abandoned text. Ben shifted restlessly on the couch. He was no closer to finishing his essay than he had been an hour ago but as expected, Brady had once again succeeded in distracting him. He couldn't really complain. Don't you wanna know why the title reminds me of you? Not particularly. Damn it. Honesty. Ben hated Brady's honesty sometimes! He needed to learn to filter from time to time. If only to spare feelings. Though, who was he kidding? This was Brady. That blatant honesty was also one of the main reasons why he liked the blond so much. Well, I'm gonna tell you. I have no doubt. Ben sighed, briefly removing his glasses to rub at his tired eyes. Well, you're beautiful, obviously. Obviously, Brady annunciated, as if he were having a hard time dealing with the veracity of that single word. Yeah, obviously, Ben continued, a tad impatiently, But you're also bestial. This seemed to catch the blond's attention as he was once again forced to look up from his work. How so? Look at you, dude. You're like a wild nymph who runs through the woods at night, wreaking mischief here and there. Brady dropped his pen, swiping a tongue over the corner of his mouth. Okay, okay. So... did you seriously just call me a nymph? Ben laughed, getting far too much enjoyment out of this offhand conversation. Seriously. It's like, when you look at a painting and or read an older play, especially from the Elizabethan era...it's like you just poofed into our time. But then you open your mouth and the illusion's gone. It's 'cause I'm Scandinavian, right? Probably. It was his turn to be honest. But, that's not a bad thing. You're... La Belle Bte. Brady said nothing and Ben took that as a cue to keep quiet. He found it much easier to focus on the essay this time around.