calypso/muke

18//brazil

a/n okay so the song of this chapter is by declan mckenna. it's really nice, but not well known.

ogygia, 2015

After his interesting dream, Luke rushed to the shore. Michael was there, as usual.  "We must get you back to your friends." Luke gasped. "I want to help you get away from here."

Michael turned around, his eyebrow raised. "You want to get rid of me still?"

"Yes, but I thought I could help you. I know you care about your life back home so..."

The smile that appeared on Michael's face was electric. Luke knew that he would do anything to help the green haired boy get back to the country that he's from.

❂

Over the next few weeks, Luke busied himself by collecting supplies for Michaels trip - enough to last him a week. Luke also wove him a sail, and twisted several coils of rope. Because working in his toga began to irritate him, he made some clothes similar to Michaels. Jeans and a T-shirt, Michael had called it. When he questioned Luke about this, Luke told him about how practical the strange clothes were. The next day, he went to go ask Michael if he needed any help with his own project- a navigation system. It would help Michael get away from the horrid place.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were anxious to get rid of me," Michael said when he approached him.

"That's an added bonus," Luke replied. After he said this, a small feeling if regret burst in his stomach. Green eyes locked to Blue eyes in a moment suspended in time, a moment that lasted entirely too long. "So?" Luke prompted.

"So, what?"

He really was an idiot sometimes. Luke gestured toward the navigation device. It was overflowing with odd looking prices of bark and other things that could be found on the island. "So can I help? How is it coming on?"

"Oh, uh, I'm good here. I guess. If I can wire this thing up to the boat, I should be able to navigate back to the world"

Luke rolled his eyes, "All you need now is a boat. What a simple task."

Michael laughed quietly to himself, as if he was nervous "Um..." He paused. "About you getting off this island. Would you want to try it?"

Luke titled his blonde head, "What do you mean?"

"Well, you seem really sad here and stuff, and I'm not saying it would be fun having you along, always complaining and glaring at me, but I suppose I could stand it, if you wanted to try." Michael rambled, his words coming out a jumbled mea.

Oh. Oh. He really was sweet sometimes.

"How noble," Luke murmured. "But no, Michael. If I tried to come with you, your tiny chance of escape would be no chance at all. The gods have placed an ancient magic on this island to keep me here. A visitor can leave. I cannot. The most important thing is getting you free so you can live your life. Not that I care what happens to you."

'Why would you care about that?' he asked. "I mean, all the visitors leave you broken hearted. Why would you let me go live my life?"

That surprised Luke. For once he had actually asked a reasonable question. "You seem like a decent person, and I don't want myself to ruin your life. It would be cruel." Michaels mouth was slightly open. Smirking, Luke reached out and closed it.

"You're actually nice sometimes." Michael mumbled under his breath.

"I'm not what you think you see. How can I help?"

"Help? Um, could you chip off a little piece of crystal from your cave? I don't need much."

Luke was confused, why would Michael want a crystal? It was strange. "That's an odd request."

"Humor me."

"All right. Consider it done. I'll collect your precious crystal tonight before I go to sleep, when I've cleaned up. But what can I do now, whilst my hands are dirty?"

Michael paused, clearly thinking. After a moment, he spoke. "Well, you could twist some more bronze coils. But that's kind of specialized -"

Luke shoved past him, and began braiding the wire. Specialized? It was really simple. The wires easily twisted, it was just like gardening. A few simple steps that you repeated.

"Huh," Michael said, surprised. "Well, if you ever get off this island and want a job, let me know. You're not a total klutz. I've got a mission to open a repair shop one day."

Luke smirked. That boy was so imaginative. "A job, eh? Making things in your forge?"

"Nah, we could start our own shop. Michael and Luke's Garage: Auto Repair and Garden Palace.'

It was a good idea, but it was missing something. "Fresh fruits and vegetables." Luke added, playing along with Michaels fantasy.

"Lemonade and stew," Micheal added. "We could even provide entertainment. You could sing and I could, like, randomly throw screws at people."

Luke laughed, something he hadn't done for a very long time.

"See," Michael said. "I'm funny."

Luke felt Michael was just pushing back his self-esteem issues again. Luke forced himself to frown, and said, "You are not funny. Now, get back to work, or no lemonade or stew."

"Yes, sir."

a/n so... i started up a new fic called dogfight and I'm super excited. it includes transgender mikey!!!