Luka
my aloneness feels so good
The hot springs are always infinitely more appealing during Deepfrost, and though Luka is far too orderly to be tempted away from his current duty, he unwittingly mimics his father in planning a personal dip before the day is done. Though he eyes Pad as subtly as he can, debating whether he should slip away from his dad instead of posing the idea as an open invite; Luka knows exactly how good Pad is at targeting people with wet-fur-shake-splatter. And it’s always only after they get redressed.
Deimos’ check-ins are kind, if eternally unexpected. Luka always privately wonders if they are inspired by duty or reluctant abiding of social norms - at least regarding Luka himself - because his daily life is as constant as the permafrost. And by that he means utterly boring. “Well. No exciting developments on trying new skills.” Though he’s at least gotten out of Hall and explored a little more. Adventuring isn’t his calling, but perhaps region-specific offerings hold the key to his meandering quarter life crisis. Maybe his calling is becoming a professional surfer - he’d never figure that out in Halo, right?
Softening the moment his dad squeezes his shoulder, Luka’s smile emerges readily as he follows instinctually in Sah’s wake, bumping their shoulders and arms in a silent display of affection as they set to work. Luka holds Deimos in great esteem, but he suspects he’ll always feel stilted around anyone outside of his family. “I know the springs are popular, but I didn’t realize how quickly it could get worn down by that alone,” he points out as they walk along the perimeter, noting small sections of half-crumbled rock, spiderwebbing cracks along the walking path, and the clear markings of preferred routes between pools that had been worn down by countless feet and the chemical effects of stagnant spring water tracked throughout.
Deimos’ check-ins are kind, if eternally unexpected. Luka always privately wonders if they are inspired by duty or reluctant abiding of social norms - at least regarding Luka himself - because his daily life is as constant as the permafrost. And by that he means utterly boring. “Well. No exciting developments on trying new skills.” Though he’s at least gotten out of Hall and explored a little more. Adventuring isn’t his calling, but perhaps region-specific offerings hold the key to his meandering quarter life crisis. Maybe his calling is becoming a professional surfer - he’d never figure that out in Halo, right?
Softening the moment his dad squeezes his shoulder, Luka’s smile emerges readily as he follows instinctually in Sah’s wake, bumping their shoulders and arms in a silent display of affection as they set to work. Luka holds Deimos in great esteem, but he suspects he’ll always feel stilted around anyone outside of his family. “I know the springs are popular, but I didn’t realize how quickly it could get worn down by that alone,” he points out as they walk along the perimeter, noting small sections of half-crumbled rock, spiderwebbing cracks along the walking path, and the clear markings of preferred routes between pools that had been worn down by countless feet and the chemical effects of stagnant spring water tracked throughout.
I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude
