InsaneJournal

Michael had not felt his happy in ages. He was with Anthony and Terry and felt like he was the luckiest person in the entire world.  He had never been in a relationship with one guy, much less two of them, but Michael was a bit selfish and wanted both of them.  It was an unusual setup but it worked for the three of them and that was all that matters. He didn't know if anyone would really understand it all but he really didn't care. He was actually happy and not all perpetually depressed and moody so that should make everyone at Grimmauld happy anyways.

Today he was working on a new inspired painting which was considerably less dark and gloomy than anything he had ever done before. It was a bright, warm painting that tried to reflect how he was feeling lately. It included Terry and Anthony and himself of course. He always included his mates in his paintings in some way, symbolic or literal. This was a bit of both really. He was working on finishing up sketching it all out so he could actually get to painting it. He heard his stomach grumble, so he went off to the kitchen to see what there was to eat. He was rumaging threw the fridge and pantry when he heard someone joining him.