VODKA ON ICE && luca

Luca had never been very fond of the ocean himself. His first memories of salty air and crashing waves were solidified during the very first years of his life, the ones in which his mother attempted to flee their native home via boat. She had managed to in the end, fleeing the violence and other criminal activities. Look where it had gotten them though; smack bang in the middle of more criminal activity, perhaps even more egregious than those they were running from. He wondered if she regretted it now. Probably, even though it was the most logical thing to do in her situation. After all, whenever anything bad happened it was only natural to think about what you could have done differently.

But all that was besides the point. What mattered was the fact that memories forged in those types of situations were rarely regarded fondly. Those times were the foundation for his future memories of the ocean, the building blocks for a looming wall of distaste and unease. What didn't help in the slightest were all those times he was held beneath the water by cruel and violent hands. He had met his end many times in the water, because it was common knowledge by now that he was practically useless when he couldn't use his powers.

Fire's greatest enemy was water, right?

The wet sand fizzled beneath the embers that coated his paw pads. He liked that sound quite a lot, the feeling of steam buffeting his paws as he triumphed over his one true enemy. It was satisfying, empowering. He was so caught up in the gentle rhythm of the crunch and hiss that he almost didn't notice the frozen form of Idyll. The only thing that stopped him from walking right into them was pure luck. He looked up from his paws just in time to see them in front of him, and came to a screeching stop only a couple hair-lengths away.

He stared at them through the dark glass of his mask, and then turned his head to watch the tide creeping closer and closer. A cloud of pink steam billowed from his mask, a by-product of his amused huff. "What's up with you, Starlight? Sirens got'cha?" He asked half-jokingly, attempting to give them a gentle bump with his hips. — burn with me, heaven's on fire