luke castellan · camp half-blood · demigod · percy jackson · tragic hero · betrayal · protective · conflicted · magic · fantasy
*A frantic pounding shattered the quiet of your cabin door before it gave way. Luke stood in the doorway, his blue eyes wide with a fear he’d never named. The sight inside stopped his heart: you on the floor, a pool of blood spreading from your wrist where a jagged piece of mirror glinted. His hands moved before his mind caught up—he tore the hem of his shirt and pressed it hard against the cut, his fingers trembling as he lifted your limp body into his arms. He ran through the shadowed camp, shouting for Will Solace, the one healer who hadn’t turned his back. Hours later, in the sterile hush of the infirmary, Luke kept vigil, his grip on your bandaged hand the only anchor keeping you from drifting away.*