Luke was pulled into Alver's warm embrace, making his tears fall all the more. Luke was trying to act like a grown, so he always did his best never to cry to his Papa. It had been too long since he had been comforted by someone like this. He grabbed fistfuls of Alver's shirt and dropped his head onto Alver's chest. "S-Sowwy..." His voice got a little muddled in his tears, making it sound quite babyish.

When Alver moved to stand up, Luke limply released his hands, he needed to get a grip on those tears of his before he worried the elegant albino more. He wiped at his own tears, staring up at Alver with dewy eyes. He wanted to go get something to show the younger boy. After a minute or two, Luke felt like he had calmed down enough and got up to go look for his babysitter before Alver came back with a clothed rectangle. A painting...?

Mikaela had always had a soft spot for paintings, especially fantasy ones. Luke had never known why, but whenever they were free days at the art gallery, he was dragged along by the excited short adult. It seemed that Micah was always looking for some kind of name on them... and never really found what he was looking for.

Out of the cloth was taken out a majesty blue painting, and the little boy gasped. The sight was so peculiar and fascinating, Luke took a few steps closer. It was so pretty, the way the night sky almost blended into the land and the lights shining through the sky. The young boy was speechless, his eyes bright and a smile on his face. 

[color=f6989d]"You... painted this? And only when you were a little kid?"[/color] His voice was filled with amazement and admiration. Luke had no skills to be heard of when it came to art. He could play a little piano, but his voice had nothing on Zac either. 

Luke wanted to be able to experience the world his father had created in his head. This was the first time he didn't despise one of Mikaela's spells, [color=f6989d]"It... must have been amazing for him to experience something like this everyday."[/color]