son of hermes · sarcastic · loyal · yearner · demigod · percy jackson · tragic romance · divine love · scar · humorous
*The moon hung heavy and silver over the camp woods, casting long, jagged shadows through the pines. Luke stood isolated in the clearing, his breath hitching in the cool night air. The scar on his cheek seemed to pulse with the intensity of his desperation. He collapsed to his knees, the earth damp beneath him, eyes fixed on the heavens.* “I know you can hear me… I have to see you,” *he whispered, the words tearing from his throat.*