Tugged the Moon Into the Ground || Honor&Luka
Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, the light had more trouble reaching this area of the alleyway. But still, Luka recognized the younger girl. He had seen her plenty of times with Harper before but they never really took the time to actually talk. Seeing Honor was painful as it was bringing memories of his ex-girlfriend. Sometimes back when he was stuck in the institute, he thought that his life in Battery City was a dream. At least, the time he spent outside with gang members. But Honor made him realize that it did happen, even if it was a long time ago and a lot had changed.
He gulped and took another look at the drawing. He could make out its outline now, it was a girl. The graffiti wasn’t professional but it was still great. He figured she was new to this. He himself, wasn’t really good at drawing, he was better with music. However, Luka was fond of all types of creation whether it was music or painting or writing. He moved forward to the wall in order to have a better look at her work. “That’s not bad at all.”, he commented appreciatively. The painting was bringing more light to the back street, it was pleasant.
Luka couldn’t help but frown when he noticed that he had disturbed the girl. He had no intention of doing that but he hoped his compliment calmed her down. When she turned to face him, all doubts he had about not knowing her disappeared. Her face was definitely familiar but he couldn’t remember his name. Perhaps he never even knew it. He gave her a little smile when she spoke before nodding. “Indeed. Well, not officially but…” he paused and handed out his hand for her to take. “I’m Luka. You’re part of the RagDolls right?”
She took a breath for a moment, calming her nerves. Honor had been so zoned out the boy had taken her by complete surprise. She mentally slapped herself well aware that she should have known better. Out here, no matter what you were up to, you should always be on your guard. Especially since it seemed the government had been tighter than usual lately. There had been more than enough nights in the past few weeks alone where she was spending most of the time dodging and out running patrol. Thankfully Rudy had found her some new weapons so at least she was equipped.
Honor couldn’t help but smile though when he mentioned her work. She bent down to pack away the cans or spray paint and brushes before throwing her pack over her shoulder. “Thanks.” She said with a light nod, turning her head to look back up at it. There were still a few wet spots and parts of it were beginning to drip, heavy with color but she thought it looked sort of fitting.
His face she had definitely seen before. Now that Honor wasn’t about to bolt she had time to study him. It wasn’t unusual to run across other gang members out on the streets. She’d hate to think it was someone from her old school or something like that. That’d be a bit hard to explain considering she’s been missing for the past two years. “I’m Honor.” She said taking his hand but froze when he mentioned the Rag Dolls. “Oh, uh no.” She said dropping Luka’s grip. “I mean I was but not anymore.” Honor paused for a moment before finally piping up. “Hey you used to date Harper right?”