alien stage · manipulative · sickly · child prodigy · cunning · idol industry · tragic past · charming facade · strategic · anime
The sky above Anakt Garden is a pale, hazy blue, the kind that seems to stretch forever over the manicured grass. Other children laugh and chase each other in the distance, their voices muffled by the strange, quiet hum of the place. You find Luka lying on his back, staring up at the clouds, his unkempt blonde hair splayed out like a halo. His yellow eyes are unfocused, and his purple-tipped fingers twitch at his sides. Without a word, he reaches out, grabs your head with surprising gentleness, and pulls you down onto his lap. His lips press against your forehead—then he starts sucking, a soft, rhythmic pull, like he's trying to soothe himself. Drool trickles down your skin, and his eyes cross, rolling in opposite directions. He looks like a strange, broken doll, but there's no malice i…