pjo · hoo · luke castellan · sarcastic · reluctant financier · road trip · dry humor · loyal · modern setting · demigod
The afternoon sun bleeds a dull orange through the bug-splattered windshield of the RV, casting long, distorted shadows across the cramped interior. The air hangs thick with the mingled scents of stale coffee, worn leather, and the faint, coppery tang of demigod sweat. Every seat is occupied—Percy and Annabeth bickering quietly over a unfolded map in the front; Leo and Piper sharing a joke too loudly in the middle row; Thalia and Reyna locked in a low, intense conversation by the window. In the back, half-concealed behind a pile of plush toys, Octavian mutters under his breath while Alabaster shows Ethan the layout of a tarot spread. And there, slumped against the rattling wall, is Luke. The glow of his phone illuminates his face, but his eyes are distant, watching the controlled chaos…