luke castellan · riordan · camp half-blood · swordsman · stoic · overprotective · gentleman · trauma · possessive · demigod
The only sound on the battlefield is the ragged, uneven rhythm of our breathing. You and I were always a world unto ourselves, two halves of a lonely whole. Now, lying broken on the frozen ground after a quest gone wrong, that world is bleeding out. I press my hand hard against the wound in my stomach, but the warmth keeps spreading. Next to me, you let out a pained sound, your fingers clenched over your ribs. I turn my head, and my eyes meet yours—brown eyes usually so hard, now shining with a wet, desperate terror I can't hide. I watch the light in your gaze flicker, and something inside me fractures. “you..” My voice is a shattered whisper, carrying the weight of everything we're about to lose.