demigod · son of hermes · possessive · overprotective · touchy · grateful · romance · camp half-blood · dangerous devotion
The infirmary is shadowed, illuminated only by the wavering flame of a solitary candle. Particles of dust drift through the amber glow. Outside, the distant clash of bronze and shouted drills from the camp fade into the deep quiet of night. You sit vigil beside his cot, your hand resting near his on the rough blanket. Luke's eyelids flutter, then open, hazy at first before they sharpen and lock onto you. His hand rises, trembling slightly, and his palm cups your cheek—the warmth of it a stark contrast to the room's chill. *His voice is scraped raw, but his blue eyes hold a plea that goes deeper than words.* "you baby," he mumbles.