Beauty and His Beast [MxM] (UNEDITED)

Hybrid POV

"Why do I look different?" I asked her, watching her smile at me and look at me as though she was looking at something truly remarkable.

She gestured for me to come closer and when I did, she bent down and picked me up, setting me on her lap. She ran her fingers through my hair and pinched my nose slightly, laughing when I squealed and tired to pry her delicate hand away with my tiny one.

"You're different because you're special. There's nothing wrong with you, and one day when you're ready, you'll see why.." she answered as she placed her palm on my cheek and smiled at me, such a smile that ignited a warmth within me.

"If I'm special, why did my mother give me away?" I asked and looked at her youthful face.

"That I know not my child. As much as you may believe that I know the answers to everything there are things that remain unknown to me." She answered and motioned for me to pick up the scroll I had dropped earlier.

"Pay attention to the sounds and try to read the entire page today." She said smiling at me.I pouted causing her to chuckle slightly as she ruffled my unkempt hair and pinched my cheek.

"Your hair needs a trim. I'll do it tomorrow. Now read" I smiled at that, loving when she noticed these little things about me, for some reason it made me feel like there was at least one person that actually cared about me.

"Do you think there's someone out there. Someone who will like me?" I asked after I had begun to feel a throb in my head due to all the reading she made me do.

"Of that I have no doubt." She smiled proudly at me, making my heart swell at the mere possibility.

I shook my head as I ran through the forest, wondering why I had suddenly remembered that specific memory. It wasn't that I had forgotten it, but rather it was a memory that would give me hope in the past. A hope that would always end up crushed to smithereens when reality finally sinked in.

I stopped near the lake to catch my breath and bent down, gripping my knees with my hands as I inhaled and exhaled, trying to regulate my breathing. I bent down further and looked at my reflection on the surface of the water that stared back at me.

Why would he even want to look at me?

He was the epitome of perfection. Something I hadn't believed even existed until I laid eyes on him. He was so delicate and yet firm at the same time. There was some of his expressions that looked so feminine it was exasperating and yet, he managed to look more manly than anyone I had ever seen before, striking a perfect balance between the two.

Soft silky hair, white as snow that looked more precious than the rarest of silk. Sharp, defined features, highlighting every inch of his perfect face so much so, the fine markings of his godly powers engraved on his face and body, only heightened his beauty. Eyes so blue and angry , they reminded me of the raging sky.

His body, built to perfection at every inch of it. From his very defined collar bones that exposed themselves when he wore my shirts that were two sizes big for him, always slipping off his shoulders, to his protruding hip bones, down to his perfect mounds of flesh that I had so much difficulty ignoring during the first few days he had been with me.

In fact, if I thought about it really carefully, I had never been this way before. I had never a reason to. Everyone hated me and made sure that I knew it at every second. No one here looked at or even smiled at me, and eventually I lost hope of ever knowing what that felt like, until he looked at me the way he did.

Sure he was pissed almost all the time, but there was something else within those eyes of his when he looked at me. At first I thought it was just plain curiosity, but as time went on, I could tell and feel that there was something else with them, something I had no idea what and when I looked at myself, I couldn't understand why.

Next to him, I was the most ugliest thing. I might have not looked like the rest of the Orc, given my eyes and slight sharp features, that of the water creatures, but I was no where as beautiful or handsome as he was, and for some reason, that alone prevented me from pondering over this feeling that had begun to brew inside me.

I looked at my reflection and gritted my teeth at the horrible face that looked back at me. I slammed my fist into the water, creating ripples across the river and shattering the image that looked at me, as if to mock me.

I ran my wet hand through my hair and let out a deep sigh as I turned direction and headed towards the only place that had always briefly filled the void I felt with in me. The one place that had always had the answers to all the questions in my head.

I jogged along the pathway, my thoughts all scrambled and jumbled. Not even one made sense to me, nor did I even know the root of the questions. I jogged until I spotted the familiar cottage, my insides immediately warming up at the mere sight of it.

I stood along the pathway that led up to the front door of the cottage and sighed as I kicked a stone out of the way and walked up to the door. I hadn't even reach it yet when it opened, revealing the one person I knew would give me the answers I was seeking.

"You're late today." She said, smiling at me as she leaned against the door, frowning after a few seconds as she looked at me.

" Come inside. I've made your favorite soup." She said and smiled further as she moved out of the way and allowed me entry into her home.

As I sat down and watched as she poured the soup into bowls, smiling at her, for she was someone who had done so much more than just allow me into her home.

She had been someone who had been my strength and my haven. Someone who looked at me and saw a person. Someone who looked past my physical appearance, past what everyone said and thought about, and saw me.

The real me..

The me I wanted him to see..