action.
[ alois rests his head back into grass, and exhales profoundly. an elbow is tucked under his cheek, and gaze remains wonderingly and adoringly planted on luca's face, outskirts of honey-lashes ringed lightly in pink. when he speaks, it's gentle toned. ] A placed called Marina. It's— [ he wonders how many people he may be able to convince not to tell luca that marina is a prison, intended for criminals. would it be upsetting to hear such a thing? luca is good, the embodiment of perfection, he should be spared from having to feel like he's anything less than that. ]
It's a little town under the sea. Much better than Arachnohill. I promise. There's a lot more to do, and most of the people aren't shit. You can have anything you want here, I'll give you anything you want.
[ his gaze flits to the chain around that little leg. there's a fleeting glare, unspoken fury at the one who's decided luca needs it. it's disgustingly wrong. you don't chain up good babies. ]
And, I'm sorry, I don't know why you have it. I imagine it's an unfair and stupid mistake. I had one, also, when I arrived. It'll come off, though, I promise. It takes a day, but when you wake tomorrow morning, it should definitely be gone. Does it hurt a lot?