Lost Child

[onwingsofflame]

[Little Luke is humming to himself, picking at the grass slightly and playing with the flowers; every flower he touches seems to shimmer momentarily with more life, but returns to normal when his touch is gone. Every now and then, he'll pluck a flower very carefully from the ground with a little smile and place it into a neat little pile, mumbling something along the lines of, "Flower for mama," before humming once again.

The look in his eyes is a little sad and understanding, much too much for a child of his age. But he just keeps on going, in spite of whatever it is he understands.]

Comments

[prismshards]

...

Okay, I take it back.

[onwingsofflame]

Big Brother's really nice...

[prismshards]

So you said...

[onwingsofflame]

You don't believe me...

[prismshards]

I-it's not that I don't believe you...! Just that.. my relationship with my own brother isn't so swift. [ Oh Yulia, if Asch heard Luke call him "brother", he'd be orbiting Rem now. ]

[onwingsofflame]

Is he lots bigger than you, too?

[prismshards]

Uh, only in age. We ended up the same height.

[onwingsofflame]

Oh. So he's lots older than you, too? [scrunches his nose] I don't want Big Brother to get old, he might not be able to pick me up anymore if he does.

[prismshards]

That's the best way to put it, yeah. [ PFFFFT! ] By the time that happens, I'm sure you'll be able to cart his a-- [ Gotta watch the language. ] Ah, him around.

[onwingsofflame]

But I like when Big Brother picks me up...

[prismshards]

Asch is a tough fellow; he'll can handle carrying you now and then.