My ma was a saint. My pa didn’t come around much, but that’s pretty normal too. Keeper families are looked over by a matriarch, so the men just kinda keep to themselves.

[ He shrugs, the motion unseen as he smooths away the last of the snags from Sephiroth’s hair. Luka blamed his father for his distance a lot when his mother first passed, hated him for the way the already quiet man withdrew into himself even more, but there was nothing to be done for it. It wasn’t his father’s place to be a part of the family, even with the death of his wife.

(But perhaps Luka could have used a shoulder to cry on in those moments.)

Satisfied that he’s got the tangles sorted, he begins separating Sephiroth’s locks into three sections for braiding. This is sort of a weird thing, right? Braiding the hair of some guy he’s only known for a month? But at the same time… he kind of likes it. Likes the closeness, and that speaks more about how lonely he’d been than he cares to admit. ]

You got any family? Brothers or sisters?