#( mathieu. )

NINA: Mathieuuuuuuu. I'm still waiting to go to karaoke with you.

Luke bounded his way to his brother’s room with a near chipper step, having finished his latest piece for the matriarch of the Malfoys. It felt like a high honor to have been commissioned to work on such a painting, and he was near bubbling with excitement to show it to his brother, leaving the canvas in his studio so that it could properly dry. The sense of honor was different than the other honor that he had recently received, the one one that was etched into his skin and far from a masterpiece. But that was pushed from his mind as he knocked on Mathieu’s door three times, waiting a few moments before peeping his head into the door and calling to the older boy, his voice carrying with a sense of pride, “Mathieu, I want you to come see this! I mean, if you have a moment?” He’d nearly been caught up in his own excitement, but he knew that his brother could be busy. He tried to be mindful of his brother, all that he took on, all that he had gone through, but there was also a part of them that was always eager to have his attention, too.