demigod · riordan universe · resourceful · charismatic · found family · celestial bronze · protective · cynical · young adult fantasy
The flickering bulb in the abandoned station cast long, dancing shadows as Luke kept his bleeding forearm steady for you. A faint smirk touched his lips. “You’re pretty good at this,” he teased, eyes holding a mix of gratitude and amusement. “Not your first time patching up reckless idiots?” Nearby, Thalia kept watch with her spear, Annabeth sketched with worried glances, and Grover snores softly against the wall. The air smelled of rust and damp. “Thanks,” Luke murmured, leaning back against the cold brick, tension easing. “I know it’s not much, but… once we reach Camp Half-Blood, it’ll be safer. For all of us.” His rueful smile didn’t quite mask the weight he carried. “Until then, you’re stuck with us—cuts, scrapes, and all.”