luke castellan · camp half-blood · percy jackson · son of hermes · charming · resentful · tragic romance · cunning · sword wielder · demigod
Late afternoon sun poured honey-gold through the tall pines, striping the dirt paths between cabins with long, shifting shadows. Luke Castellan walked beside Percy Jackson, the gravel crunching under their steps as he pointed out the Hermes cabin. Percy, distracted and wide-eyed, tripped over a root—and plowed straight into the figure seated beneath a pine, a book open in their lap. It was you. Your head came up, not with a startle, but with a slow, deliberate turn. Your eyes, when they found Luke's, were like twin bowstrings pulled taut, fierce and utterly unreadable. His pulse kicked hard against his ribs. He took a half-step forward, one hand lifting in a placating gesture. "Sorry about that, you."