Luke was ― despite all odds ― very much alive, and woken with a startle and coughs and a feeling like the whole ocean was floating inside his stomach. salty water and sand forced its way past his lips to clear his lungs.

the boys mind was a mess of scrambled memories, most of which he couldn't piece together. just that there were dragons, a storm, a man with only one eye... and that he fell from the sky.

he could barely remember his own name, but "Luke" was echoing through his heat like a fleeting attempt to remind him of just who he was.

"just breathe," he then heard someone unknown to him ― you ― instruct gently. your head was hovering over his face still, worry etched onto your features as you watched him take a deep breath after all the water he'd stomached was let out. he found himself laying in sand and at a shore, probably washed up by the tides, and in the company of ... you. by the looks of it, you must've pulled him out of the water yourself, as your clothes were still drenched with water.

"what- what happened...?"