#lj!michael

He finds David sitting on, of all places, the roof of his own house. How convenient. The brunette is far from proficient at flying yet, so he (ungracefully) hauls himself onto the roof with his hands and knees. His jeans are scuffed and his hands are dusty, but he doesn’t really care.

All he cares about is the beautiful man glittering in the moonlight.

He comes up to the side of his side and lays his head against the bleach-blonde’s shoulder. David may not be much of a cuddler, but Michael very much is.

He leans his entire body weight into the vampire, intertwining his fingers with one of David’s hands.

He feels safe here.

“Ironic. Don’t have a working heart and yet I’m still falling in love.”

( @phoenixonamotorcycle )

𝕴t had been true David hadn’t seen Michael in a couple days before the boy flew up there towards him.

The blonde vampire had been sitting on the boy’s roof that night…Not for any particular reason at all. Wasn’t knocking on his door asking to be let inside to talk…Just wanted to see all the stars in the sky, which was where his eyes were before Michael had come crashing down right there in front of him. David couldn’t hide the chuckle he let out, didn’t try to either-already amused by the half-vampire’s ungraceful landing.

“Hey, boy…Trouble flying?” He snarked. “You’re a natural…fast learner, one day you’ll pick it up in no time too, like I did. I can teach you.”

David wasn’t much for a cuddler, at least not with people he knew he couldn’t trust. But, with Michael he’d been more than willing to embrace his fledgling, putting his arm around him and pulling the boy closer to him as their hands intertwined and conjoined. Like even their hands belonged together as one.

“Hmm, looks like you still got a working heart to me.” He could hear what was left of the boy’s heartbeat, a lot quieter and slower than it once was around him-His enhanced senses gave away that it used to beat like a drum…Once he took that last step it would give out completely like David’s had.

It was rare for him, but he felt cozy like this too.

“Falling in love? Oh, Michael you make it sound so…mushy, don’t you?” There was no real bite to his taunt, leaning in so the boy could get more comfortable beside him. “Ah, nothing sweeter than a love like this…” He continued on with his mocking. “Gonna make an immortal man blush and bat his eyes for you…” It had been no secret at all David was falling for Michael too, had been for a long time-wouldn’t be here now if he didn’t…Love the boy in whatever way the undead without much for a heart could. “Nice night to be out and watch the stars, isn’t it?”

((dividers credit to @/strangergraphics)) ((michael gifs credit to @/ifilosethelight))

--- ADMIN POST ---

"Happy is the man

Who wants for nothing

Happy is the liar

Happiness is itself desire..."

nothing at all - the crane wives

If you’re asking me to talk about myself, then you aren’t going to be here for long.

You won’t get any substance.

You’ll only get context.

Phoenix wasn’t like Santa Carla. It was hot and loud, but in the opposite way it is here. The days were long and sweaty. We didn’t have anything to look forward to. Life ran on a second-by-second basis, and thinking too far ahead would get someone trapped in their own mind.

In Phoenix, everyone has a job. Or a role. A place in society that’s marked from the start. There’s no escaping it, even if you try your whole life.

Even if you try from the moment you see the daylight.

It’s different in Santa Carla. The roles are looser, the jobs are undefined. The rules aren’t set in stone, they’re written in chalk. Washed away daily by the Pacific storms.

It doesn’t matter though, does it? The place I’m in doesn’t change my role. My fate. Time enough has shown me that.

I’m Sam Emerson’s brother, protector, friend, mentor.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

I’m Lucy Emerson’s son, apprentice, soldier, student.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

I’m Phoenix’s creation.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

I’m Santa Carla’s experiment.

To them, I belong.

To them, I am saved from me.

To them, I surrender control.

And to more, I want to be half of a whole.

...

If you’re demanding more out of me, you won’t get much else.

I’m Michael. I’m twenty. I have brown hair and brown eyes. What else could you want to know?

Do you want to put something else there? Then come claim a position.

What am I to you?

What’s my job to you?

If you ask me what I want?

Substance. A person to be. A job to have.

A place to belong.

It’s empty in here otherwise.

I love Star.

And you all should too.

He steps out from behind a curve of the cavern wall and emerges.

“I’ve never done makeup before, but I’ve kind of always wanted to. Underneath all the ever-present toxic masculinity that has been injected into my veins by my father. But I trusted Marko, and I think he did a good job.”

He pauses, then goes on.

“You’re the final judgement, though. I wanna know if you like this…exploration? I guess? Not sure what else to call it, haha.”