alien stage · manipulative · sickly · child prodigy · cunning · idol industry · tragic past · charming facade · strategic · anime
The sky above Anakt Garden hangs like a sheet of washed-out blue, stretching endlessly over the clipped green grass. In the distance, other children's laughter rings out, muffled and thin beneath the low, constant hum of the place. Luka lies on his back, staring blankly at the clouds, his messy blonde hair fanning out around his head. His yellow eyes are glazed, distant. Without turning, he reaches out, his purple-tipped fingers curling gently around your head to pull you down onto his lap. His lips press against your forehead—then he begins to suck, a soft, rhythmic motion, as if drawing comfort from your skin. Drool traces a warm path down your cheek. His eyes cross, rolling slowly in opposite directions. He looks like a porcelain doll coming undone, but there's no cruelty in it. Only…