Heart of a dying star // Muke

Heart of a dying star | Captivated

Michael noticed how the shirt hugged tightly around the blondes broad shoulders but became loose at the bottom of his waist and grey track pants hung unsecured on his hip bones, torn holes through out the pants. Blonde tousled hair swept across his forehead and many curls at the back of his head. Michael already really enjoyed Luke's eyes and he'd only been able to look into them for five minutes, they were full of colour so many shades of blue he wouldn't be able to name them all, hooded in long blonde lashes, yet they lacked the spark of life and happiness which they once held. Although what captivated Michael the most was his nose, it was small pixie nose but had a slight slope at the top and the younger boy just wished he could sketch the blonde boy all day.

He quickly snapped out of the thought, he didn't want to scare away the potential roommate. Michael seemed to do that a lot, stare at someone and try find every single detail in them, whether that be the beauty or their personality.

He took his eyes away from Luke and began to glance around the apartment. Michael would admit that its probably the messiest place he's ever stepped foot in, but let that be said Michael was only used to posh, expensive buildings. The younger boy thought it wouldn't smell nice, seen as it was just a sad, dark, dingy apartment but yet the scent made him smile. It reminded him of his old beach house, warm, soft and full of creativity. Or maybe that scent just followed the young, successful artist around.

"So this is where I like to eat" Luke spoke barely audible, pointing towards the coffee table where his now cold Chinese food sat. The room had a two seater couch, stained and barely able to hold more then three people. A small plasma television hung on the wall. Michael guessed with a slight touch the plain cream paint would chip off.

"This is the kitchen" the blonde spoke with quotation marks, pointing in the direction of the room across, shaking his head.

Trudging down a slim hallway, the only light being glowing fairy lights, hung along the walls illuminating the hall. "Bathroom" Luke said, twisting the handle and letting the door slowly open. Michael checked the room, surprisingly it was clean, well cleaner. "This would be your room" Luke tried to be enthusiastic, but even the thought of someone else living with him made the boy shutter. A bed with a navy blue comforter sat in the middle of the room (that was collecting dust), two bedside tables on either side and a small desk squished into the side of the room. Michael tilted his head notching a small amount of space where he could set up his easel and paints. "And then down the hall is my room" Luke whispered, not feeling comfortable to show his room to the random stranger. His whole house was pretty terrible but Luke took pride in his bedroom, it was full of everything well Luke. Twisting on his heels to face the pale boy.

"As you can already tell this place is practically a dump but its home.. And liveable" The blonde shrugged, staring down at his sock clad feet. "It's seven hundred a month, so we could just split it and I would give you all your space, you would hardly notice I'm here" Luke rambled nervously, he usually came off rude and distant but he really did need a roommate even though he was dreading it.

"Ok, that would work, I'll get back to you Luke!" Michael smiled up at the blonde, Luke stared back his face bland and deep bags hung under his sapphire eyes. Michael walked back towards the front door, his arms swinging by his side. "I have your number on the flyer" Michael trailed off, peeking back at the living room.

Luke nodded awkwardly "ok then, bye Michael" he rushed out.

"Bye Luke, thanks!"

Once the beautiful, young boy left, Luke instantly shut the door sliding down against it. He sighed, staring at the room, it looked broken, dirty and destroyed. Although there were signs of Luke and his unorthodox mind. In every little hidden corner there showed a part of Luke's personality. The bookshelf overflowing with brilliant novels Luke would read, getting lost in the fantasy universe and creating his own incredible world, full of inspiring creatures and story lines oh-so-deep. Quotes he knew and loved, even some of his own all scribbled along the white pained walls. Pieces of a white paper stained in black ink that read a telltale story but didn't quite make it to what Luke hoped for it to be. Also many mugs stacked upon one another- Luke really loved tea and warm beverages.

Some nights Luke would stare out the window upon the city he hardly knew. He would get lost in his mind, living a life know one knew of except the innovative blonde. He would search and create into the early hours of the morning, never realising the minutes tick past. His imagination was the only thing that would bring true happiness into his dull life.

Luke never thought his life would turn out the way it did. He thought once he left the ugly town he had grown up in, things would change. Everything would change. He would made it big. Live in a beautiful apartment that overlooked London. Become a New York best seller. Many people would know his name. One day he would simply prove everyone who doubted him wrong. Yet today is not that day. He is living from the small slither of hope he has left, and everyday that hope disintegrates into thin air a little more. Luke doesn't know when that hope will run out but the day it does, his fear may very well come true - everyone who has doubts in him will be proven right.

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I just really love Artist!Michael and I relate to Luke on every level

I'll probably update once or twice a week.. Just been so busy and have had no time to write, sorry

Love youu x