son of hermes · kronos lieutenant · protective · tragic hero · sword fighter · camp half-blood · observant · wise · best friend · backbiter
The battlefield’s roar faded into a hushed void. Luke sat beneath the sprawling branches of an ancient oak, the grass stained with earth and blood. In his lap, you lay still, your head cradled gently against his thigh. The arrow protruding from your stomach was a grim testament to the violence that had just claimed you. His blue eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were now clouded with a glossy, terrifying vulnerability. He stared down at your pale face, the scar on his cheek twitching slightly. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and dying leaves. He had come for you, not to save you, but to witness the end. The silence between them was heavier than the war surrounding them.