MINE!
Vibrant green eyes glossed over with shock and pain as their owner processed what his boyfriend of 3 weeks was saying to him. Caerwyn Kirkland fought back the urge to cry or scream as he stared at the handsome upperclassman looking nonchalantly back at him, waiting his response.
Finally he managed to speak, "but – you said you loved me – I don't – WHY, Francis?"
Francis Bonnefoy sighed and flipped his hair back examining the figure in front of him with a complete lack of compassion or interest. "Now, mon cher, no scenes please" he drawled, rolling his eyes at him; "it was fun whilst it lasted, but it is time to move on to new gestures of amour" he gestured extravagantly around, "our love was sweet flames but fire burns out, oui?"
Caerwyn stared in disbelief at the callous words from the boy who had, only weeks before, seduced his way into his heart with sweet words and gestures before gathering the tattered remains of his pride together to close his face off in an icy mask.
"Then we have nothing more to do with each other; I will thank you to leave now" he snapped icily, the storm on his face warning Francis off. Francis sighed dramatically and gathered himself in a once-charming, now foolish-seeming gesture and flounced off in an arrogant strut to find his friends whilst Caerwyn looked on.
It was only once Francis was gone from sight did he move; stumbling with almost desperate haste away from the campus into the woods surrounding it to a clearing within, and only there, absolutely alone, away from prying eyes and ears, did he let the vestiges of his self-control slip away; on the ground, indifferent to the passage of time, Caerwyn sobbed his heartbreak out over the smooth-talking bastard who had got past his defences so cunningly then left him destroyed.
Vivid green eyes filled with quiet simmering fury had watched the entire scene; following the first into the woods and watching over him whilst he cried, their owner made a vicious promise; to the world, to whatever deities there may be and to his unknowing brother in front of him, Arthur Kirkland, bastard half-brother to Caerwyn promised silently as his brother cried himself to sleep in front of him: "He'll PAY. I'll make sure that he SUFFERS, for what he did here today!"
Arthur's eyes softened as they beheld the sleeping form of his big brother and he covered Caerwyn with a ragged blanket before picking up his phone to text Caerwyn's coordinates and condition to their elder brothers before slipping away: unconcerned as to the panic his brothers were in on the other side of the phone, he dropped it and moved off; he had REVENGE to plan for after all. Giving one last glance back his gaze hardened and his voice dropped to a steely murmur, "NO-ONE hurts what is MINE!"