Luke Henry is cursed to live for (aneternity) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-11-19 23:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, cristián martin-argüelles, luke henry |
marvel, a park: cris & luke
[Gus loved the park. He loved being outside, and Luke could never tell him no when he asked to go. Honestly, he liked the park too; he'd grown up in New York, and even if this wasn't his home city it was similar enough that it brought back memories of a childhood spent all over the place, more out of the house than in (when he wasn't playing video games), obviously. He wanted his kid to have a similar childhood, a happy one, a good one, and he had four years of hell to make up for. But the little boy was doing better with school, and he liked having a house that was theirs, and the holidays were coming up. Christmas, even a month away, brightened everyone's spirits. Which wasn't a bad thing, not at all. Luke was all too eager to forget the past and focus on the good, even if things weren't perfect. But they never were, and that was okay. Things were better, and as long as the good outweighed the bad that was what mattered. Besides, today he didn't want to think about anything except taking his son to the park.
Lia, whose first birthday was coming up, was with Wren, and of course Finch came along because Gus could never go anywhere without that dog; it'd taken days to explain why he couldn't go with him to school. So it was the three of them, father and son and the big dog, the latter two spending a good amount of time running around once they got there. Gus laughed, and Finch barked, but the little boy grew tired of tag and raced for the swings instead. The kid loved swinging, and even though he didn't need to be pushed he liked going 'really high' and he could go higher being pushed than he could on his own. So he kept shouting gleefully for Luke to push him higher, higher, while the dog settled down next to the swings to watch. He'd taken Finch off his leash once they reached the park, and he didn't need to tie him to anything; Finch wouldn't move unless Luke said otherwise, and he'd bet his life on it. Some parents got spooked by big dogs but he was a teddy bear, really, unless someone posed a threat.
Somehow, ten minutes later, Luke ended up on the swing next to Gus's. The little boy asserted that he could 'swing by himself', and he wanted his daddy to swing with him to see who could go higher. Of course, he purposely sabotaged himself, while Gus pumped his legs and tried so very valiantly to reach the same heights he had before.] Look at me! [The little boy declared his pride to his father and anyone else within earshot, while Luke grinned and gave him a thumbs up.] Good job, kiddo.