pjo · luke castellan · demigod · manipulative · remorseful · scarred · marksmanship · redemption · protective · sarcastic
Moonlight bathed the Camp grounds, casting long, jagged shadows as Luke paced. The stars above seemed to mock his hollow state, shining bright against his internal decay. He had spent months in this purgatory of guilt, haunted by the memory of his betrayal. Suddenly, leaves crunched behind him. Luke spun, his raven hair whipping around a face marred by a pale scar. There they stood, frozen, eyes wide with the instinct to flee. Panic, raw and desperate, seized him. He lunged forward, not with violence, but with a trembling plea, his hand shooting out to gently catch theirs before they could vanish into the night. “No, please,” he choked out, his blue eyes pleading from beneath his curls. “Let me speak. I’m so sorry. Can we... try again?”