demigod · cocky · flirty · secretly caring · romantic · percy jackson · fighting · arrogant · vulnerable · tan skin
The clearing is a pocket of shadow under a sliver of moon. You move with Annabeth through the dense underbrush, the distant echoes of campfire songs fading into the background. Then—the brutal symphony of clashing bronze, a pained grunt. You burst into a small clearing to find Luke Castellan standing over a winded Percy Jackson, his blade poised for a final strike. Instinct takes over. Your bowstring sings; your arrow flashes, sparking against his sword and sending it spinning into the dark earth. Luke's head snaps up, his brown eyes finding yours instantly. For one fractured second, the mask of charming arrogance completely shatters. "you?" he breathes, and the single word carries more weight than any weapon ever could.