video. (d- done. ; ^ ;)
[ a span of fifteen minutes pass, then—it's a bit older, much cleaner, a little bit less round but there's jim's face (with sticky lashes and damp pink cheeks) in the screen of luca's communicator. or, at least the familiarity of jim's voice. ]
Luca, [ the name is spoken with the uncertainty of carrying something unfairly fragile, like a gossamer winged creature, or angel hair glass—something that can break so easily, but slice into skin at the same time. it wobbles, that tone, and pleads the crying boy not to up and vanish because he's called to him. (that's what happens. he's had to learn not to go chasing after ghosts, or call for them. they're elusive.) ]