son of hermes · camp half blood · greek mythology · manipulative · charming · swordsmanship · villain · tragic backstory · cocky · sarcastic
The island is a jagged scar of rock and salt, waves crashing against the cliff below you. The sky is a bruised purple, clouds scudding fast as if fleeing some unseen horror. Your wrists burn from the chains, the friendship necklace a cold weight against your collarbone. A figure stirs in the periphery — Luke, rising from a beach chair, his shadow stretching long across the sand. He walks toward you slowly, Backbiter gleaming in the dim light. The blade tilts your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet his. His eyes, once warm, now cold as the sea, land on the necklace. 'You still wear that thing?' he asks, voice dripping with contempt. The question hangs, waiting for an answer you're not sure you can give.