Luka
my aloneness feels so good
Oh it’s not for lack of trying, simply a lack of…spark. Or so Luka has been told to look for by the masters he has so far beseeched to introduce him to their trades. Given he has little personal ambition it is a lucky side effect that he is unbothered by the lack of success so far, or he suspects frustration and disappointment would have already started nipping at his heels. Straightforward work is the best substitute for passion in his eyes, so today is quite nice for a break from all the newness he’s been scheduling for himself. Deimos’ little smile is returned, and Luka’s ears remain primed even as he moves alongside his father, heralding the insight about water swiftly.
“Which has more of a hand, water or time?” It comes out philosophical but Deimos - who has come to know him a little better as an individual - will likely swiftly parse the frankness he intends. “I wonder if springs are self-sustaining in isolation.” An idle comment, but one that takes him down a silent pathway of consideration that occupies him as they make note of areas for improvement.
As Deimos directs them, Luka’s attention is drawn to the blizzard that blows in past the mouth of the cavern and his lips twist in a small expression of amusement. It’s no bother to him, they’ll be busy for hours yet. “Better to pull the biggest pieces out for safety reasons I’d think.” Debris at the bottom of the springs is a tripping hazard at worst and an annoyance at best. Plus, Luka can fish rocks out of water, he can’t help with creating them out of thin air. It takes but a moment to remove his socks and shoes, trusting his dad or Deimos will help dry him off for safety reasons alone before the trek home and wading in without disrobing any further to begin finding the biggest rocks to haul out.
“Which has more of a hand, water or time?” It comes out philosophical but Deimos - who has come to know him a little better as an individual - will likely swiftly parse the frankness he intends. “I wonder if springs are self-sustaining in isolation.” An idle comment, but one that takes him down a silent pathway of consideration that occupies him as they make note of areas for improvement.
As Deimos directs them, Luka’s attention is drawn to the blizzard that blows in past the mouth of the cavern and his lips twist in a small expression of amusement. It’s no bother to him, they’ll be busy for hours yet. “Better to pull the biggest pieces out for safety reasons I’d think.” Debris at the bottom of the springs is a tripping hazard at worst and an annoyance at best. Plus, Luka can fish rocks out of water, he can’t help with creating them out of thin air. It takes but a moment to remove his socks and shoes, trusting his dad or Deimos will help dry him off for safety reasons alone before the trek home and wading in without disrobing any further to begin finding the biggest rocks to haul out.
I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude
