Post by Luke Hexcaster on Apr 15, 2013 20:01:45 GMT -5
Luke rolled the book cart down one of the aisles of shelves. He loved Luke's store. The books randomly put in stacks everywhere, the tons of mismatched chairs placed everywhere, and the way that people would walk in looking for a specific book, then leave with five more. He placed the last of the books on the shelf next to him.
Luke was happy when Lukas arrived back. To avoid confusion, Luke called Luke Hexcaster, his full first name Lukas. No one could call him that other than Luke. When Lukas arrived from Boston, Luke took him in before he went to the Institute. He was surprisingly quite the single father, taking young Lukas to the park to play oversized chess, (That's how Lukas originally learned to play and love chess), take him to the library, and would make him his favorite dinner of steak and potatoes. Luke always had his almost raw and Lukas had his medium rare, taking after his "father". They would finish books at the same time and exchange them then read that book. If Lukas had nightmares, Luke would come in and tell him stories of the greatest Shadowhunters of the world, then fall asleep before Lukas would, but then Lukas would just fall asleep in Luke's arms.
It wasn't hard for him to accept him being a werewolf, actually looking up to him for being able to hold together a wolf pack. He would hang out at the Jade Wolf while Luke did some quick work on days. But the only days that Lukas had a fear of Luke was when he actually became a werewolf. He would leave, not come back for the rest of the night. Somedays, Lukas thought that maybe Luke would never come back... like his parents, and cry himself to sleep, screaming in his sleep for his older brothers or his parents. The mornings after, Lukas would run into Luke's room, and hug him from the back until he woke up.
But now that he was back, Luke gave Lukas his job back and then left to get to the Jade Wolf.
Luke snapped out of his trance when he heard the bell on the door tinkle and the cold November wind blew in. "Hold on one second!" Luke said loudly from the corner of the shop. He rode the cart back to the counter, feet on top of the back of the cart like you would a shopping cart. The girl stood at the counter, her brown-red hair wrapped in a cap. Luke wore a knit hat, a long-sleeve plaid polo and a pair of khakis. It really didn't match well. "Hi! Can I help you?" Luke said, putting on his sale's person voice, unnaturally outgoing, but it paid the bills.
Luke was happy when Lukas arrived back. To avoid confusion, Luke called Luke Hexcaster, his full first name Lukas. No one could call him that other than Luke. When Lukas arrived from Boston, Luke took him in before he went to the Institute. He was surprisingly quite the single father, taking young Lukas to the park to play oversized chess, (That's how Lukas originally learned to play and love chess), take him to the library, and would make him his favorite dinner of steak and potatoes. Luke always had his almost raw and Lukas had his medium rare, taking after his "father". They would finish books at the same time and exchange them then read that book. If Lukas had nightmares, Luke would come in and tell him stories of the greatest Shadowhunters of the world, then fall asleep before Lukas would, but then Lukas would just fall asleep in Luke's arms.
It wasn't hard for him to accept him being a werewolf, actually looking up to him for being able to hold together a wolf pack. He would hang out at the Jade Wolf while Luke did some quick work on days. But the only days that Lukas had a fear of Luke was when he actually became a werewolf. He would leave, not come back for the rest of the night. Somedays, Lukas thought that maybe Luke would never come back... like his parents, and cry himself to sleep, screaming in his sleep for his older brothers or his parents. The mornings after, Lukas would run into Luke's room, and hug him from the back until he woke up.
But now that he was back, Luke gave Lukas his job back and then left to get to the Jade Wolf.
Luke snapped out of his trance when he heard the bell on the door tinkle and the cold November wind blew in. "Hold on one second!" Luke said loudly from the corner of the shop. He rode the cart back to the counter, feet on top of the back of the cart like you would a shopping cart. The girl stood at the counter, her brown-red hair wrapped in a cap. Luke wore a knit hat, a long-sleeve plaid polo and a pair of khakis. It really didn't match well. "Hi! Can I help you?" Luke said, putting on his sale's person voice, unnaturally outgoing, but it paid the bills.
