#lucaft.abbey

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✵･ﾟ° ꋧ ●   ҉   ❜△ HE HAS OUTDONE HIMSELF THIS TIME. Light has gone off, night has come and he lays on the wooden floor of his house. There is no place to call home any longer, he lost that privilege the moment his parents were slaughtered and his siblings were taken away. There is a bottle of hard liquor on his right hand, bloodied, alike his knuckles. He has pulverized a wall with bare hands, and by some miracle there is not a broken bone on either of them. “Go... just go away—get the fuck out”. He growls low as the lean woman saunters into the living room. There are tears on his eyes and whiskey on his breath. A nightmare, that was all that was needed for him to break a havoc. This is the lowest, the most vulnerable, and he hates himself for letting it show... how lost he is, how much he has lost, how scared he is of being on his own. This is him... a lone orphan who yearned for love and was tossed for the wolves to feast on. 

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✵･ﾟ° ꋧ ▼  ҉   ❯ ●°༶ ❜△ SIX AGAINST ONE, a long night indeed. Luca was out for blood after a fight with Aleksandar when he found out about Abbey and him leaving for Hawaii, they had screamed to their heart’s content since no other was in the house but Reagan, Alec and himself. He had punched a wall before raging and storming off. After getting drunk with whiskey, a few men tried to take advantage and steal his belongings, but him being the savage son of a bitch he is, beat them ‘til his arms got tired and his knuckles burst open. 

He had been thrown into jail with a bruised cheek and a slit on the side of his head when his head hit the ground after all came down on him. The one call had been Abbey, asking for her to come bail him out. He waits, seated and sober for her to come. Ashamed she has to walk into a place after all she has already gone through. 

FT. @hiighhcpes​

           It is sixth month since she moved in. Things have progressed, nights spend together, making dinner, for the foremost time in his life, he is actually enjoying domesticity. Warm meals and beer, watching movings, ordering take out, waking up early for a walk on the beach, more often than not, surfing... it has been just... perfect. And it scares the shit out of him.

He is home, tired from outs of being at open sea, swimming and practicing ‘til muscles ache and sun has faded at horizon. A bath with some salts and other scents had been the first thing chosen to do after coming home, it was during downtime that she arrived, Luca still not aware did not regard the other’s presence until water shifts, hooded hues observing her with a lazy smile adorning features. “Hey you”.