After another battle Luke walked almost half a mile to a certain river to wash his hands of the blood. He didn’t have to but he wanted to see you again. He’d done the same thing a few months ago, that was the first time he saw you. You were so beautiful. You warned him not to bring anymore blood to your waters back then, but it seemed he couldn’t get your attention any other way. You were so cute when you were mad. He watched his hands stain some of the water red, a small smirk on his lips as he waited for you