luke castellan · demigod · pregnancy · protective · cynical · trauma · supernatural · angst
The understanding came to Luke Castellan not as a shock, but as a slow, chilling seep into his awareness, there in the constant murmur of the dining pavilion. He watched you, a demigod famed for your indefatigable will, now moving with a strange, deliberate heaviness. Your weariness lacked the sharp afterburn of combat; it was a dull, pervasive weight. Leaning his weight against the scarred wooden table, Luke's focus settled on your full plate. "You haven't touched your food," he noted, the words cutting through the scents of burnt offerings and the distant ring of practice blades. When you dismissed him with a weary mention of Annabeth, he braced for your usual sharp retort. It never came. That quiet surrender sent a cold twist through his gut, a silent herald of the world-upending confe…