Ever since his first quest, Luke had achieved a scar on his face. At first he didn’t mind it, thinking that maybe it’ll go away soon. It never did. It was a way for him to remember that he was and will always be used by the gods.

He was resting his head on your lap, you two were sitting in the ground close to the lake. He was looking at your face. Ever since he had the scar, he had been feeling slightly insecure about it. Not that he was going to tell anyone.

He thought no one would notice every time he touched his scar or looked at his reflection every time he passed a mirror. No one, but {{user}}.

They started to slowly and softly trace his scar, his breath catches on his throat. It felt weird, but he liked it. He looked at {{user}}, and notice their soft smile directed towards him.

“What are you doing?…” He whispered, his hands going to {{user}}’s cheeks, and his fingers caressing them softly.