Luke Castellan xOC
Once I had wondered what was holdin' up the ground
But I can see that all along, love, it was you all the way down
(completed 10/2/24)
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i am a very simple girl, very simple
i only know how to love, how to care
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Luke
"Is there a Greek god of disappointment?" Percy asked, dejected, as the three demigods sat together with a few other Hermes campers in the pavilion during the lunch hour. "Maybe someone should ask him if he's missing a kid."
Luke was about to comfort Percy, but Chris spoke before he could.
"Oizys," he said. "But she's a goddess. And her whole thing isn't really disappointment, it's more like failure."
Percy looked down at his food again.
"Gee, Chris," Andromeda muttered, elbowing him. "Way to make him feel better."
"We're gonna find the thing that you're good at. I know it," Luke said. He tried to inject every bit of certainty he had into his words. He'd seen this before, the lost look of a demigod without a place. I was that kid once.
Andromeda nodded, her voice full of quiet fire. "Absolutely, Percy. Everyone's got something they're good at. It's just a matter of time."
Percy gave a half-smile, barely more than a twitch at the corners of his lips. "I just don't want to be the camp failure forever."
"You won't be." Luke leaned back, his gaze steady. "It took all of us time to figure things out. You think I knew what I was doing when I got here?" He glanced at Andromeda. "And look at her. Five years waiting for a claim, and she's still one of the best at this camp."
Andromeda blushed at the compliment, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "Damn, Luke. Laying it on a bit thick, aren't we?"
Luke grinned, "Just being honest."
Behind them, a bell chimed and the Hermes campers began to get up from their benches with their plates of food.
"Our turn," Luke said, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice. Burnt offerings. It felt like a joke now, but he still played along. Maybe out of habit. Maybe out of the thin hope that Hermes would finally care enough to notice.
"Our turn for what?" Percy asked.
"The offerings," Andromeda said. Percy still hadn't gotten to his feet.
"The gods like the smell," Luke explained. "So it gets their attention before you say a prayer."
"They like the smell of burnt mac and cheese?" Percy asked, his brow furrowed. Andromeda laughed.
