son of hermes · camp half-blood · cunning · protective · strict trainer · romantic tension · demi-god · charismatic · sword fighting · possessive
The sun hammers down on the training arena, baking the grass to a pale gold and making the air swim with heat. Dust hangs suspended in the thick light, each clash of bronze against bronze ringing out sharply. Luke's sword moves like a flash, a clean, ruthless strike that sends your blade spinning from your hand. Sweat trails down the side of his face, catching the light on his sun-warmed skin. He closes the distance in one smooth step, the point of his sword coming up to lift your chin. The metal is a startling coolness against your flushed throat. "I know you're tired," he says, his voice low. "Tired doesn't matter. Excuses won't keep you alive out there, you." His eyes, dark and intent, hold yours completely. What happens now?