A one-shot ,to a pairing that isn't getting enough attention. I don't own Beastly.
Shattered glass, broken windows, and burning books what else could calm the spirit of a beast? Kyle, Adrian, he didn't know what to call himself anymore. Lindy had left him and never come back, the two years were over. He saved her from the man, he had done everything to put himself on the line and she had rejected him. How could this be? Had it all really just been an act? Adrian rose from the couch of the 5th floor and moved passed the books he had ripped apart, past the magic mirror he had smashed and passed the crumpled rose petals. There was nothing for him anymore, he would always be an ugly beast and no one would ever love him. His hulking form swept past the hallways in a deadening silence as he made his way into his sanctuary. His garden of love the only thing he could truly believe would always block out how ugly he truly was. Those roses meant so very much to him. As the moonlight shone through the greenhouse windows Adrian could already sense that the clock was about to strike midnight, his curse would be complete. His raging mind took hold as his claws swiped the roses all around him tearing and ripping up their precious roots. He sank to the ground as the petals fluttered around him and on to his head as he let loose large blobby wet tears. The tears trickled down his hairy face and onto the stones sinking into the ground to be forgotten. This was his fate. Adrian hardly noticed the soft hand guiding its way from his head down to his face. His eyes didn't adjust as his mind couldn't register whose unfamiliar hands they were. He had never felt them before and in his depression he didn't think he wanted to find out he just stared at the ground sobbing like a giant baby. Then came the voice, he thought he could tell who it was but for some reason nothing mattered anymore. There was no point. He didn't care.
Adrian barely noticed when the hands moved to either side of his face the fingers digging their way through thick matted fur from his tears. He felt his head raised, he didn't even care. He closed his eyes wondering if he was dreaming, because that was the only explanation. He wasn't even willing to believe the soft lips that grazed against his were even real. Not even after he could feel the hands cupping his face in a caring loving way. His face, his skin. Adrian's eyes drifted open in overwhelming shock. His eyes met with ones he barely ever took into account. As the hands moved away from his face he raised his own hands to look at them. No claws, no fur, nothing. His eyes began to pool with renewed tears as he looked back to the face he had ignored before. Realizing, yes, it all made perfect sense. Of course why hadn't he seen it before, how could he have been so blind?
"Will…"
"You really are beautiful Adrian." Those eyes could see him. The witch had promised."So Beautiful."