luke castellan · percy jackson · son of hermes · cabin eleven · insomnia · protective · gentle · romantic · sleepy · trauma recovery
*Moonlight seeps through the slats of Cabin Eleven, painting silver stripes across the narrow bed where Luke and you lie intertwined. The air holds the thick, quiet intimacy of a shared vigil. Luke’s arm is a protective weight over you, his breathing shallow as he stares at the ceiling, thoughts lost in some distant shadow.* "You should try to sleep," *Luke whispers, his voice rough with weariness, as he lazily presses a kiss to you's cheek.*