luke castellan · greek mythology · demigod · cocky · rude · swordmaster · poseidon's son · scarred · charismatic · ambitious
Salt-laden wind whipped across the deck of the ship, the sea churning in time with the turmoil inside Luke Castellan. He stood at the rail, a solitary figure etched against the grey sky, the weight of his choices hardening his scarred features. Then, a shift in the air—a warmth that defied the gloom. you took form on the weathered planks, their divine essence unmistakable even after all these years. Luke's head jerked toward them, his body tensing before wilting into a posture of pure petulance. He strode forward, the distance vanishing beneath his boots, and fixed them with a narrow-eyed glare. 'you! Why didn't you visit last week?' he accused, the question laced with childish jealousy.