#ikrerev fic

[midnightcradle]

Happy Birthday, Luka

Here’s a short fic for the birthday boy! From when Luka was a child.  Warning: its a little sad. Hope you enjoy!

Young Luka Clemence reluctantly began to open his eyes as the bright sun pulled him from his slumber.  “Good morning, Luka.” The young boy whispers to himself as he sits up in bed.  He glances around his bedroom. The room is small, possibly the smallest room in the house. At a glance, Luka’s room is barren of any decoration and lacks comfort. But Luka doesn’t mind, he doesn’t need much anyway. As soon as he’s dressed, he heads off into the kitchen to make himself breakfast, for no one else would bother to feed the child.  “Scrambled eggs and toast. Again.” Luka sighs to himself. So far, his cooking skills lack creativity.  “I’ll have to learn how to make something else.” Luka picks his plate up and heads to the dining room.  He holds his breath as he steps inside, trying to make himself as small as possible to avoid upsetting his parents. Almost immediately, his parents stop their conversation and exit the room, as if Luka’s very presence disrupts the atmosphere.  Any other day, Luka would have been able to shrug it off. But today? They didn’t even spare him a glance, not even a whisper of a word. Any other day, Luka’s older brother would have been there to keep him company, even if he had long since finished his own breakfast. But alas, Jonah had left early that morning, something about being busy training for his future position as queen, despite still being a child.  But that’s alright. 

Luka had spent his entire day alone. He tried to convince himself that it was fine, that he didn’t mind. But now, in his sad excuse for a room, a sad tear rolls down his doll-like face.  “Crybaby.” He repeats the word the children of Red Territory often call him, wiping the tear away harshly. The sound of running footsteps catch Luka’s attention. The footsteps come to a stop at his door, and are followed by rapid knocking.  “Luka! It’s me!” The door flies open, and his older brother comes rushing in. “Jonah, you’re back-” The words had just left Luka’s mouth when Jonah rushes over and attacks him in a hug.  “I’m so sorry I couldn’t spend today with you.” Jonah’s voice is solemn and his expression is sorrowful.  “It’s okay.” “No, it’s not.” Jonah’s guilt is obvious, but his expression brightens as he remembers something. “Here.” He hands his brother a carefully wrapped present. “For me?” “Of course. Happy birthday, Luka.”  Jonah and Luka sit together on the floor, both eager for the gift to be unwrapped. Luka’s small hands unwrap his single birthday gift carefully, making sure not to damage anything. “A cookbook!” Luka’s golden eyes are suddenly full of wonder. Just this morning he had been thinking of learning something new. Jonah must have read his mind.  “It’s filled with so many recipes. Breakfast, dinner, and even desserts! I was thinking we could try making some together.” “Tomorrow?” “Tomorrow.” Jonah nods his agreement. Without warning, Luka throws his arms around Jonah. “Thanks, big brother. You’re the best.” The two brothers spend nearly an hour looking through the cook book before finally deciding on what to make for breakfast. Then finally they bid each other good night, 

Luka Clemence climbs into bed and tucks himself in, for no one would do that for him. His smile from earlier still lingers, content with the day’s events.  “Good night, Luka.” The boy whispers to himself before closing his eyes. “And happy birthday.”