To the moon ♡ muke

20 - the sun will rise, the moon will fall ☽

this is intense and all over the place. but do enjoy and don't forget to comment

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Luke looked down at his lap and zoned out.

He heard people talking around him, he could hear them leave.

The rope tied around his wrist was causing a slight burn but it was nothing with the pain he felt inside his chest.

It was like he couldn't breathe. His mind was both empty and full.

Full of the promises and thoughts that filled his imagination. That Michael cared about him, loved him even.

But people who love you don't lie. Didn't Michael trust him? Why did he lie?

Luke could hear his name being called over and over again and he knew it was Michael.

He wasn't sure if he should look up or not. Was he entitled to be mad at Michael for lying to him? Should he be compassionate?

"Luke."

Cold hands touched his cheeks and tilted his face up.

Michael was kneeling in front of him, the chains that were previously locked around his wrists nowhere to be seen.

Luke blinked and looked at Michael's red lips. When Michael repeated the words look at me he definitely didn't mean that.

"How did you get out of the chains?" Luke finally spoke up and Michael let out a sigh of relief.

"With magic you dummy."

"But..." It still didn't make sense to Luke. He could see his wrist, the skin there was as pale white as the rest of Michael's body.

Michael pulled his other wrist out of his jacket and he had the same plain black wristband around it.

"These walls," He started. "Are built with the anti-magic material your family's company uses. And the rope around your wrists is built with the same anti-magic material my family produces."

Luke presumed that. He knew they wouldn't kidnap two of the richest kids in the whole country and lock them up somewhere they could escape from. They were in a prison of sorts. But he had no idea what that had to do with Michael's tattoos. Or with the lack of them.

"This wristband does the same thing. But this protects my magic. It makes my ink disappear."

"Why?" Luke asked confused. Michael still had one hand on his cheek and it helped to calm him down. "When will the ink come back?"

"A few minutes. Please don't stress about this okay? You need to keep calm because we don't know how long we'll be here."

"I thought you lied. I'm sorry."

Suddenly Luke felt like the worst friend.

"Please don't be. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, it's just you never asked much about my tattoos and magic and I appreciate that a lot. You couldn't have known."