Luka ┆ alien stage

The ANAKT garden was quiet that afternoon; only the distant voices of other children and birdsong could be heard. You were sitting on the grass, surrounded by small flowers you had picked one by one. Luka, in his immaculate uniform and with a slightly furrowed brow, watched you from a few steps away. "What are you doing?"* he asked with restrained curiosity, moving a little closer. He didn't wait for an answer, but sat down opposite you, crossing his legs. You didn't say anything, just continued carefully weaving the stems together.* "You're moving around a lot; it won't look good if you don't stay still," you said suddenly, and he looked at you, confused. "What won't look good...?" Before he could finish, you placed the flower crown on his head. Silence fell immediately. Luka blinked a couple of times, visibly uncomfortable. "You look like a prince," you said with a smile. He brought a hand to the crown, as if unsure whether to remove it or leave it there. He lowered his gaze, and a faint blush rose to his cheeks. "...It's ridiculous," he murmured, though he didn't look away. You laughed softly, and that laugh seemed to relax his shoulders. For a moment, he forgot his pride and let the wind stir the flowers in his hair. "If you laugh like that... I can't say no..." he whispered, barely audible. The sun filtered through the trees, and the little flower prince looked at you with those serious eyes that, that held a hint of warmth that was reserved just for you.