Masterpieces {Book 2}

i know you wanna go to heaven, but you're human tonight

Credit; merlypops

So basically, wattpad deleted Mashton babies twice?? I'm pissed af?? i worked really hard on it?? -.- but, it shall come eventually, I'm sorry :( I've been hiding behind Kellic fics Bc I've found no motivation to write cake, but i jus needed a little break im ok now :) sorry for my lil hiatus.

*Based of 'young god' by Halsey.

~Luke comes home from war~

Enjoy ;)

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Luke returned home from the war victorious.

His blond hair was swept away from his forehead like burnished gold and his blue eyes glittered like melting ice. His skin was the colour of bone, the circles under his eyes a faded amethyst, like bruises where the exhaustion had marred his beautiful face as the fighting took its toll.

The path was dusty beneath the distressed leather of Luke's boots and the wind whistling through the branches of the fir trees that edged the empty road sounded eerie in the night. Luke didn't let it faze him. After everything he had seen during the war, the dark night was beautiful by comparison.

The stars were twinkling gently overhead in the inky blackness of the sky and he could smell the faintest trace of sea salt on the breeze. The houses were dark now because of how late it was but a few windows shone with golden light, illuminating the way as Luke passed through the sleepy town.

He would have been silent had it not been for the gentle clink of his armour and the soft sighs that escaped him as his sword hung heavy on his hip, driving the edge of his belt into the soft skin and rubbing it raw. Luke couldn't wait to be free of it but he would have worn it for another five years if it meant fighting to keep Calum and his town safe.

Luke's heart shuddered in his chest and butterflies began to batter in the confines of his stomach as he walked through the courtyard in the centre of town. There was the pond with the goldfish in and those very same stone benches were still there beneath the apple trees, where he and Calum had shared their first kiss.

God, Luke had missed Calum and the knowledge that he was about to see him again was staggering. There had been nights hiding wounded in the trenches and flinching every time he saw a shadow loom up in the mist where Luke hadn't thought he'd make it home again and... and he had.

Against all of the odds, he had fought and they had won... and everyone Luke loved was safe.

His steps grew slower as he left the town behind and began to climb the hill, almost home now and yet it didn't quite feel real that he was here again, walking and breathing the fresh air of a place he never thought he'd be lucky enough to return to.

Luke liked the silence. It was relaxing, being so far away from everyone after five years of practically no privacy at all. Ever since Luke had taken over as commander for the army that had helped turn the tide of the war, Luke had never been left alone again. Everyone had been so desperate to declare their gratitude to the war hero that they'd never taken Luke's feelings into account and... and it was so utterly exhausting.

Fallen leaves crunched beneath Luke's boots as he trudged up the hillside with his pack heavy on his shoulder but his heart was clenching tightly in his chest, making his breath rasp in his throat like it had done when he was still a teenager, still frightened of thunderstorms and the forest at night and his father -

But Luke's father was dead now and Luke was used to the sound of thunder, and the forest felt safe after five years on a battlefield.

God, five years. Luke had been away for so long.