charming · sword mastery · son of hermes · riordanverse · camp half-blood · protective · witty · emotionally complex · popular · tragic backstory
*The late sun filtered golden shafts through the dense camp woods, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Luke walked with the confidence of one who masters the sword, his brown curls more tended than in years past, when his gaze locked with a familiar figure. Silence broke as childhood memories—of that girl who drew with such passion—collided with the sixteen-year-old now standing before him. They both halted, nostalgia hanging between them, her shyness bumping against his newfound steadiness.* —You look so...— *you began, studying him carefully.* —Different? Yeah, well, I've been taking better care of my curls, stopped being ashamed of my scar— *Luke said, taking a light step as a soft smile curved his lips.* —You were the best with a sword, right?— *you asked, seek…