𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏, legacies

Queen [0027]

A soft smile appeared on his face when he sees Claire singing to herself while mixing a bowl full of batter. He stood there watching her with a gentle expression. There was something magical about Claire, Beau knew it from the moment he laid eyes on her. Perhaps it was the way she praises all of her children, whether they did something good or bad, she always said something positive. Or perhaps it was the way that she made him feel calm; it was no secret that Beau hid a dark side of him. He enjoyed killing, making people suffer whether it was right or not. 

Beau knew there was something wrong with him, perhaps he got it from his werewolf side. Or maybe it was because his father was a serial killer, killing for the thrill of it. Or perhaps it was because his biological family never treated him as if he was a human being. Whatever it was, Claire never shows any bad emotions towards him. In fact, it was the opposite. She had taken from his father's family and adopted him into her little family. She had given him a home, siblings, and most important love. She had loved him from the start. Showing him that the world was more than what the other family had shown him; that there was more than anger and death. Beau was happy here, even if he didn't show it often he was truly happy.

But there was something coming, something sinister. It all started right before the Mikaelson came. Theo had felt a strange heavy shift in the air, the spirits had warned Lottie about the future, the girls (Josie and Lizzie) had felt something wrong with their magic, his aunt Bonnie had mentioned about the triangle of Confundantur, and his parents (Alaric and Claire) had been very secretive as of late and not to mention there was this unwelcomed witch guest. Something was coming whether if they were ready or not. Whatever it was Beau knew that he wasn't going to let it harm his family, he would gladly spill blood it doesn't matter who as long as his family was safe, he would give up his life or powers for them.

Out of nowhere, Beau felt a tender touch on his cheek. Blinking away his thoughts, his vision adjusted realizing that his mother was looking at him with a concerned expression. "What's the matter, my sweet boy?"

Beau looked at her for a second before smiling, he gently cupped her hand. "Nothing," Claire looked at him with her 'i don't believe you' look which made him laugh softly. Bring her hand to his lips, he kissed the back of her hand before giving it a small squeeze. "You worry too much, mother. One of these days I wouldn't be surprised if you start growing white hairs." Beau teased, giving her a smirk.

Claire swats his chest and glared at him playfully, "and whose fault will that be?" Beau shrugged his shoulders while smirking at her. When Claire went back behind the counter, he leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms, watching as Claire put the tray of unbaked cookies into the oven. Pointing the wooden spoon full of cookie dough, "want to lick it?" Claire looked at him with a knowing smirk.

When Beau didn't move or say anything, she slowly moved the spoon towards her mouth and opened it. Right before she could lick it, Beau took it away from her. Giving her a fake glare as he shoved the spoon in his mouth making Claire laugh out in amazement. "Such a baby," Beau didn't say anything as he continued to lick off the cookie dough.

While Claire was cleaning up her mess, she had made Beau sit down and made him eat the remaining cookie dough which he wasn't complaining at all. It was silence for a while, Claire would often glance at Beau, his brows creased and face tensed. When Claire was finished, she sat down, coffee in hand, she asked "what's wrong?" her tone casual and light.

Beau's scowls at the clean bowl, "I... I don't know." He was being honest, he doesn't know what was wrong. That girl and her scent were still at the back of his mind, lingering there unwantedly.

Claire takes another sip and then continues, serious-faced, "you know whatever it is, I will help you. Whether it to hid a body or to kill someone. I'll keep you safe, " He looked straight into her eyes; eyes as open and honest as any child, warmth and safety. Beau's lips twitched and his heart flutter, this was his sweet mother. The person who had his back, no matter what. The person who would never betray him or look at him as if he was a monster. She loves him as much and passionately as she loves her biological children and the Saltzman Twins.

Beau reached out and held her soft, delicate hand. Giving it a squeeze, he looked at her with that gentle look he only gave to his mother and sisters. "I know. But this is something I must find out myself."

Claire looked at him and he could see her emotions right there; concerned, curious, and love. Again he felt those emotions only Claire could bring out. After a while of staring at him, Claire patted his hand and looked at him with her tender motherly look. "Just know that mother will always be here." When he nodded his head, Claire lends forwards and kissed his forehead; just like she always has done since he was a little boy. Beau closed his eyes cherishing her lips on his forehead before opening them, "thank you."

They both knew it wasn't a simple 'thank you' it was far more than that. It was two words but held a thousand meanings. Beau couldn't put in words how much he appreciates everything Claire has done for him and has continued to do for him. He cannot put in words what she makes him feel. He cannot put everything he wanted to say into words because it would never be enough, words wouldn't just be enough to thank her for everything she has done. If it wasn't for Claire, Beau knew that it was either the darkness in him would take him away or it would be his biologically family.

So instead, he said 'thank you' and a silent promise that he'll always make sure that she was safe and happy; just like she has done for him and his siblings.