#luce.

Ouch, that’s rough, buddy.

rowan: u know that cute lil cardigan thing i told u i loved last week? rowan: well i'm borrowing it today rowan: and it may had snagged on somethin.. rowan: 🌾👀🌾

@thelucexcaldwell

A harsh gush of wind passes through the trees like a scandalous whisper, drowning out the sound of children's screams and the screeching cackles of those undeserving. Gaspar sweeps his gaze across the crowd, silently confirming that he will keep true to his promise, even if that means the skies would bleed red. It both amused and disgusted him equally, to see how freely the witches were enjoying themselves, not knowing they were specks of dust beneath his nails and their world sat in the palm of his hand. Like a snow globe, all he has to do is flick his wrist for their world to turn upside down.

For now, however, Gaspar is here to hold up his end of the deal. So, when he spots Luciana Luna in the queue for the ferris wheel, he approaches her like someone with all the time in the world, like someone who has stumbled upon her incidentally.

The group of people in front step inside the passenger car, giggling away, though he couldn't quite possibly understand what they had to be so happy about. Then, the next car starts to come around and Gaspar promptly appears beside Luciana. "Do you mind if I jump in with you?" An apologetic smile. "I'm trying to hide from my brother."