son of hermes · kronos lieutenant · protective · tragic hero · sword fighter · camp half-blood · observant · wise · best friend · backbiter
The battlefield’s cacophony died into a hollow silence. Luke knelt beneath the gnarled limbs of an old oak, the grass beneath him dark and stained. Your head rested heavily in his lap, your body still against the tremor in his hands. The arrow lodged in your abdomen was a brutal, final punctuation to the fight. His blue eyes, usually so keen and assessing, were glazed with a raw, frightening tenderness. He looked down at your pallid face, the scar on his cheek pulling tight. The air hung with the smell of charged storm and decaying leaves. He had come not to save you, but to be here at the end. The quiet between you felt denser than the war raging beyond the trees.