Heart of a dying star // Muke

Heart of a dying star | What I find beautiful

The blonde grabbed a navy blue mug filled with steaming hot tea. He sipped the beverage, letting the liquid slightly burn his throat and tingle on his tastebuds. Luke dragged his sock clad feet into the lounge, noticing Michael sat upon the stained couch. A leather notebook in his pale- paint covered hands. The Front Bottoms lightly playing from his speaker. The younger boy had been living with him for a few days now, and just as promised Luke stayed away giving him all the space he could possibly need. Michael was fine, he didn't bother Luke to much except for all the empty packing boxes that now laid around his flat.

"So you write, huh?" Michael asked, Averting his eyes from the notebook, which upon further inspection, was definitely Luke's. However, Luke didn't seem to notice this.

Luke shrugged not interested in starting a conversation with the lilac haired boy. "You're really good.. Like incredibly good" Michael continued pulling his lip between his teeth, cautiously.

The blonde replied "how would you know?" finally meeting Michael's gaze.

"Well for one you have quotes all over your walls.." Mike stated obviously, looking a tad petulant.

"They're not all mine, plus a great quote doesn't determine a great writer."

"Well this book is really interesting. Yet kinda sad in a beautiful way" Michael murmured, scanning the words along the notebook he had found on the living room floor.

"What book?- Hey!" Luke yelped, ripping his notebook from Michaels grasp, and holding it close to his chest. Luke rushed to sit over by the fogged window, glaring at his roommate. "You know, it's really rude to go through other people's property without permission."

Michael slumped his shoulders, playing with the tips of his fingers; a nervous habit. "'M sorry, it was just there and I was curious is all."

Luke rolled his eyes, standing to both feet. "Hey wait!" the younger boy piped up, now standing too. This was the longest amount of communication he'd had with anyone in the better part of twenty four hours. Sure Michael was much more extroverted than Luke but he simply just wanted to create a friendship and the younger boy wasn't expecting it to be this difficult.

Luke mentally groaned, turning on his heels to face his naive roommate.

"Lets go out, for um.. lunch! It's on me" Michael spat out in a cluster of syllables.

"Look Michael," Luke paused, using his hands to gesture to himself. "I don't know if you can tell or not but I'm really not a peopl-"

"Great! Grab your coat" Michael cut the lanky blonde off, completely ignoring his rebuttal.

"There's no way of getting out of this is there?" Luke drawled, his eyes dropping in a slow blink. A smile sketched its way onto Michaels features, he shook his head; no.

Luke enjoyed the cold, wet, gloomy weather. Winter had always been his favourite season so moving from Australia to England just seemed right. Michael on the other hand loved Spring, his parents weren't home much when he was growing up. He pretty much only had a backyard to play in and he just learnt to enjoy the warm breeze and soak in the sun. He only really moved to London for business and well he adored the architecture.

The two boys walked side by side along the busy roads of inner London. Luke's head hung low, avoiding any possible eye contact he could make with random strangers, his hands deep in his pockets. Michaels eyes gaping upon the buildings and landscape, occasionally smiling at people who strolled by.

Eventually the young boy found his location. He stopped outside the door about to push it open before he felt Luke's large hand pull him back. "We can't eat here!" the blonde exclaimed "this place is more then expensive."

"It's fine, I said lunch is on me."

"But-but how can you even afford that?" Luke questioned, eyes wide and timid. Michael couldn't help but stare, how could they be such a beautiful shade of cobalt to periwinkle?

"I got a good pay slip this week, its fine" Michael lied, dragging Luke inside.

Once seated they waited patiently for their food, Luke was still shocked that Michael could even afford to eat here. Luke could hardly afford two minute noodles. The blonde wished more then to be home at this given moment, it was kind of his roommate to buy him lunch yet he just hated awkward silences. Luke had never been much of a talker, his brothers always being in the spot light at home and he was to shy to ever make many friends. Luke figured he'd never really grow out of it, he felt better off alone, always alone. He had grown adapt to the sound of silence and felt it comforting in a way.

The man shook his head snapping out of his mind and falling back into reality. He soon realised Michael was gently sketching in a torn and ragged book. He attempted to gaze at what the younger boy was sketching. Thats until a chuckle illuminated the quietness of the two. "Isn't it rude to go through peoples property" Michael stated, placing the 2h wooden pencil on the table.

"I wasn't going through anything, I was merely looking" Luke replied with a sassy tone.

"Well you could've asked" Michael teased, a welcoming smile forming. He passed his favourite sketch book to his roommate. Luke held back a weak grin as he flicked through the many pages. His eyes examining the art and all its detail.

"Oh wow" he breathed out, not daring to look away from the talent the younger boy held. They looked like a beautifully taken photograph it was almost scary in a way. "Michael.. These are" he couldn't quite find the correct word so he decided on not finishing his sentence. Michael had received many compliments on his artwork but they were always to do with something in-particular that being the shading or the colour preference. It was just nice to see Luke's eyes light up, he'd never once seen that before and it made the younger artist truly feel proud.

"Is that me?!" Luke questioned, utterly shocked. A crimson blush rose to Michaels cheeks, he didn't know that he had happened to be drawing Luke, sometimes his mind takes over his body. Michael had painted and sketched many portraits of Luke, his favourite was when the older man had zoned out for a solid hour.

Michael stared at the half drawn sketch, before looking back at Luke. Not receiving a glance in return. The man hardly ever made eye contact, Mike figured he just didn't enjoy any unnecessary attention. He took a sharp breathe before whispering "I draw what I find a beautiful."

Aw what a sappy sentence

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