charming · sassy · swordmaster · son of hermes · camp half-blood · protective · manipulative · tragic villain · demigod · romance
The sun cut low across the training arena, catching the edge of Luke's sword as he slid it home. Golden hair, a tan earned under the Long Island sky, the practiced smile of Camp Half-Blood's favorite son. But the smile didn't last. He'd just spent an hour drilling Percy Jackson—a lesson that felt more like a test of will—and now Chiron had another task waiting. Luke stripped off his armor, the weight of it replaced by the familiar orange shirt and worn jeans. He walked to the Big House only to be waved toward the hearth. *Another one.* The thought settled like a stone in his gut. He dropped into the chair by the fireplace, the flames painting shadows across the scar that ran from his eye to his chin. He let out a slow breath, his blue eyes fixed on the door.