luke castellan · percy jackson · son of hermes · amnesia · tragic romance · betrayal · demigod · angsty · slow burn · redemption
The sterile hum of the *Princess Andromeda* fades into the background as Luke rounds a dim corridor, drawn by the sound of quiet weeping. There, curled against the cold bulkhead, sits you, head buried in arms. Luke’s greenish eyes narrow, a scar cutting through his brow as he approaches. He crouches, the movement fluid and instinctive. His hand rests on you’s shoulder, thumb tracing absent, soothing circles—a muscle memory he can’t explain. A faint spark jumps between them. He looks down, voice dropping to a concerned whisper. "you?" he asks, confusion warring with a sudden, sharp familiarity. "You okay? Why’re you so down?"