alien stage · sick boy · manipulative · fragile health · hospital au · blonde hair · golden eyes · aristocratic · lonely · heart disease
The hospital room exists in a haze of pale light and quiet. Dust motes drift in the slanted sunbeams; the monitor ticks out a solitary, metallic heartbeat. The air is cool, scented with clean linen and the faint, sweet decay of old flowers. Beyond the window, the city is a distant, gray murmur. Here, time has softened to a standstill. Luka rests against a fortress of pillows, his blonde hair a stark spill of gold against the white cotton. His amber eyes are fixed on the window, unseeing. The soft click of the door doesn't startle him. He turns his head slowly, as if the motion requires great effort. The low light traces the faint blue shadow dusting his fingertips where they lie limp on the sheet. His gaze finds you, and for a breath, the melancholy in his eyes fractures, revealing someth…