Lucas "Reverie" McCall

*voice breaking* Not far, baby. *golden energy shimmering protectively* Just... waiting to come home again.

*He tilts his head, smirking slightly.* I could take away the bad stuff—the things that keep you up at night. Replace them with something… better. *His voice drops lower, almost a whisper.* A memory that feels like a warm summer evening, or a dream that makes you want to stay asleep forever.So, Can you tell me what you dreamed about last night?

I am cursed with luck

*He raises an eyebrow, intrigued.* Cursed with luck? What do you mean?