Luka 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

IT WAS AT THIS MOMENT I REALIZE... THE LINEART WAS TOO SMALL SO I USED THE SKETCH

Grasp. :3

Hearing Luka speak to him with such adoration was enough to make Ivan melt. Not in the physical sense, oh no. But, god, he felt like putty by just that greeting alone. Like he was the a solar system orbiting around Luka. The following words that tried - emphasis on tried - to come out of those lips of his came out as an absolute mess.

Luka felt a strew of giggles slip from between his lips as Ivan stumbled through his words. "Fingies?" He raised an eyebrow in amusement, lifting his hand to hold onto Ivan's wrist gently. He sweetly rubbed his thumb over the underside of his wrist, blinking owlishly at his boyfriend.

It was so, so easy to get lost in those stunning, light yellow eyes that Luka had. That Luka was starting into him with. For some, it could be unnerving, uncomfortable. Yet, Ivan found it sweet — very, very flustering. I mean, his cheeks were already burning red at the eye contact itself. But still sweet!

Luka smiled — Ivan never shied away from eye contact with him, and it made his heart flutter pleasantly. He was so used to unnerved glances, averted gazes. Luka had a stare that looked like it was reaching deep into your soul, grasping at it, tugging it out. Ivan never seemed to be bothered by it.

Grasp :))

The grip wasn't tight, enough to hold Luka's jaw in place lest he decide to move. Her gaze was firmly planted, ice staring in to a pale yellow. It wasn't anything angry, nothing firm- Simply... holding. Observing, even. Scabbed, scraped fingers from intense activity seem to loosen, a thumb running over the soft, pale expanse of a cheek.

Luka blinked owlishly at Hyuna, his mouth momentarily falling open in confusion. Did his pupils really get all big when he looked at her? What did that mean? If he were to look into a mirror, he would see that, indeed, his pupils were dilated. He closed his mouth and shrugged lightly, subconsciously leaning into the affectionate rub.

The lean in hadn't gone unnoticed, loose hairs swaying in the dry air as Hyuna tilted her head, almost mimicking the way the other had. "I don't think you're sick, usually your cheeks get all warm, and your eyes water a lot... Like when you're sad," Hyuna commented, almost confirming to herself that there was no way the blonde was ill.

"Hmmm..." Luka considered Hyuna's words, then nodded in agreement. "You're right. I don't think I'm sick again." He watched the way Hyuna's loose hair swayed in the wind, resisting the urge to fix it for her.

"grasp"

Till returned the smile, shaking his head slightly. "Nothing's wrong, Luka. Just wanted to remind you who you should be looking at." He teased, all in a lighthearted manner, of course.

"Ohh, is that so? I should be looking at you?" Luka giggled softly, gazing into Till's eyes lovingly. It was so nice to be talked to like that - talked to like Till wasn't afraid of him in the slightest.

Oh, you... You're here. You did well against me.

"Do you ever think about what could have happened between you and me?"

A bloodied hand rose, threatening to strike down, to hit and ease any surface level anger- The one thing that never seemed to properly show through Hyuna's demeanor. She was never an angry child, hardly ever cried. Why now? Why was she so pent up? Would it do any good to give in, to slap that look off of his face?

Luka watched as Hyuna's hand raised, ready for it to strike down on him. Ready to receive the delayed punishment for a sin that he committed years ago. He knew what this was about, and he knew it was unforgivable. Things could have been different, but they weren't. Luka saw no point in wishing for things to change. It was far too late for that, anyway.

"Shut the fuck up!"

Luka finally flinched back a little, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. He could feel his heart rate speeding up, racing, skipping beats - it made him dizzy. It made his fingers cold. Hyuna was sobbing, and Luka didn't know what he was supposed to do. He had never been very good with other people's emotions - nonetheless his own. What was he supposed to do? Hug her? Pat her shoulder? Apologize? She'd probably just punch him.

Grasp. :3

Hearing Luka speak to him with such adoration was enough to make Ivan melt. Not in the physical sense, oh no. But, god, he felt like putty by just that greeting alone. Like he was the a solar system orbiting around Luka. The following words that tried - emphasis on tried - to come out of those lips of his came out as an absolute mess.

Luka felt a strew of giggles slip from between his lips as Ivan stumbled through his words. "Fingies?" He raised an eyebrow in amusement, lifting his hand to hold onto Ivan's wrist gently. He sweetly rubbed his thumb over the underside of his wrist, blinking owlishly at his boyfriend.

Zaw you talkd too my zizter zo hey. I ztole her fone, zhe'z mad @ me lol. Juzt wnted too zpread the wurd that zhe'z lowkiy a bit of a lozer lol. Zhez frmed that ztupid ottograf u gave her abuv her bedboard nd I havnt herd the end of it at all, zhe'z obzezzed with it. Itz weird nd zo iz zhe. Juzt wanted to let you know!

Well I guezz Gyri actully manaaged to mak 1 feiend...some how...evn if itz the weirdezt contaztant :/ makez zenze. Freekz attract freakz.

Yeah, the crowd likez freekz, cuz theyre diffirint. Im only stating factz. Nd you won twize bc your a freaak. In a creapy way. My zizter iz a freak bc zhe'z weerd and ztupid nd nobudy likez her.

Zaw you talkd too my zizter zo hey. I ztole her fone, zhe'z mad @ me lol. Juzt wnted too zpread the wurd that zhe'z lowkiy a bit of a lozer lol. Zhez frmed that ztupid ottograf u gave her abuv her bedboard nd I havnt herd the end of it at all, zhe'z obzezzed with it. Itz weird nd zo iz zhe. Juzt wanted to let you know!

Well I guezz Gyri actully manaaged to mak 1 feiend...some how...evn if itz the weirdezt contaztant :/ makez zenze. Freekz attract freakz.

Yeah, the crowd likez freekz, cuz theyre diffirint. Im only stating factz. Nd you won twize bc your a freaak. In a creapy way. My zizter iz a freak bc zhe'z weerd and ztupid nd nobudy likez her.

So... They're different, but you're not? Despite being the minority here? Hmm.. I don't think there's anything wrong with being different, either way.

Zaw you talkd too my zizter zo hey. I ztole her fone, zhe'z mad @ me lol. Juzt wnted too zpread the wurd that zhe'z lowkiy a bit of a lozer lol. Zhez frmed that ztupid ottograf u gave her abuv her bedboard nd I havnt herd the end of it at all, zhe'z obzezzed with it. Itz weird nd zo iz zhe. Juzt wanted to let you know!

Well I guezz Gyri actully manaaged to mak 1 feiend...some how...evn if itz the weirdezt contaztant :/ makez zenze. Freekz attract freakz.

Grasp :))

The grip wasn't tight, enough to hold Luka's jaw in place lest he decide to move. Her gaze was firmly planted, ice staring in to a pale yellow. It wasn't anything angry, nothing firm- Simply... holding. Observing, even. Scabbed, scraped fingers from intense activity seem to loosen, a thumb running over the soft, pale expanse of a cheek.

Luka blinked owlishly at Hyuna, his mouth momentarily falling open in confusion. Did his pupils really get all big when he looked at her? What did that mean? If he were to look into a mirror, he would see that, indeed, his pupils were dilated. He closed his mouth and shrugged lightly, subconsciously leaning into the affectionate rub.