Masterpieces {Book 2}

Could end in burning flames or paradise

Credit; merlypops

Summary:

'No one was supposed to be as powerful as Luke was. It shouldn't have been possible and the uncertain or inexplicable had always made people scared. That was the way things worked in their city. That was human.
But Luke wasn't human.
That was why they were fleeing the city. That was why Calum wanted to get the beautiful blond man hidden somewhere safe before the leaders of the city either captured him or had him killed.
That was why Calum had been in love with Luke for most of his life.'

People want Luke dead but Calum would give up anything to keep him safe.

This is too short, ughf.

Enjoy :)

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Luke had always been more powerful than everyone else. His magic hissed in his veins like lightning forced into a tiny fragile shell, always seeming to be mere seconds away from exploding out and obliterating everything in its path.

Luke's magic scared Calum but not for the reasons everyone else was afraid of him. Calum didn't think Luke was going to turn on him one day. He didn't think Luke's mind was going to snap and send him into a rampage, tearing people down like paper dolls as red-hot energy crackled from his palms.

Calum was scared Luke was going to do too much one day, was scared that he was going to burn out and crumple because his magic had finally charred him to cinders from the inside out... all because Luke was trying to help someone, was trying too hard to prove that he was a good person... that he couldn't help the terrible magic that existed inside of him.

No one was supposed to be as powerful as Luke was. It shouldn't have been possible and the uncertain or inexplicable had always made people scared. That was the way things worked in their city. That was human.

But Luke wasn't human.

That was why they were fleeing the city. That was why Calum wanted to get the beautiful blond man hidden somewhere safe before the leaders of the city either captured him or had him killed.

That was why Calum had been in love with Luke for most of his life.

The sorcerer had always been beautiful, not just physically but inside too. A kindness glittered behind the pain in his sparkling blue eyes and, even when his hands were trembling with fear, he had always done his best to protect Calum.

They left in the dead of night, door unlocked because it didn't matter anymore. They were never going back. They couldn't. Not if Luke was going to survive. Not if Calum was going to escape being charged with what essentially amounted to treason.

That was what this would be viewed as too. Luke was volatile and dangerous to the unseasoned eye – to anyone who wasn't Calum – and even if the leaders of the city were afraid of him, they were also covetous and Luke would have made the perfect weapon.

But Luke didn't want to be a weapon – and Calum didn't like sharing.

The night was cold when they escaped. Calum's breath hung in a cloud of mist before him but Luke's lips were pressed so tightly together that he barely seemed to be breathing as he entwined his fingers with Calum's.

Luke's hand was hot to the touch just like always – a side-effect of having so much magic smouldering inside that he felt as though he were just seconds away from bursting into flames – but Calum was cool and Luke squeezed his hand gently, anchoring himself there.

"I wish you didn't have to make this choice," Luke murmured as the pair reached the underground station. There were guards posted at each entry but there hadn't been a magical attack in months and they were growing lax with the blood testing units. Luke and Calum passed through easily, the enchantment that masked Luke's face so convincing that they didn't recognise him as the sorcerer who they had been warned about.