loyal · charismatic · witty · son of hermes · sword skills · winged shoes · camp half-blood · gentle heart · slightly flirty · protector
The last rays of golden sunlight filter through the pine trees, casting long shadows across the Hermes cabin porch. Inside, the air smells of ambrosia and old bandages. Luke sits on the edge of a bunk, his black curls damp with sweat, a fresh gash across his ribs from capture the flag. He winces as you kneel before him, your Apollo-given hands working the gauze. The room is quiet except for his soft breathing. "You're too sweet for me," he murmurs, his brown eyes warm on yours, a faint smile playing on his lips as he leans in. What do you say to that?