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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because you look at him and see the stars
and he looks at you and sees the sun
and you both think the other
is just looking at the ground
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Luke
Luke stirred as the dappled sunlight filtered through the window, casting warm patches of light over his face. He blinked awake, the familiar grogginess clinging to him, but there was something different this morning. The usual weight of exhaustion, that suffocating sense of dread from his nightmares, was absent. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. It was later than usual. He could hear the other Hermes campers already bustling about—some coming back from the showers, others roughhousing and snapping towels at each other.
Luke frowned, feeling... strange. Then it hit him. He'd slept well. It felt foreign, like he hadn't truly rested in months. No nightmares. No torment. Just sleep. Andromeda. Her presence last night, slipping into his bunk, had somehow driven the nightmares away. He glanced over to the space beside him, expecting to see her. Empty. A sigh escaped him as his eyes darted to her bunk—perfectly made. Typical.
Andromeda never slept very much; if the sun was up, so was she. But he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed to not find her beside him that morning. Luke swung his legs over the edge of the bed, the cool wooden floor grounding him in the present. He stood, stretching out his stiff muscles, running a hand through his unruly hair.
Before he could fully shake off the lingering daze, something smacked him in the back—a t-shirt, soft but jarring enough to startle him.
"About time, Castellan!" Chris's voice, all too smug, cut through Luke's haze. The younger camper stood grinning, his hair still wet from the showers. "I thought you'd sleep through breakfast. I didn't know you knew how to relax."
Luke chuckled, rubbing his neck as the last remnants of sleep fled. "Yeah, yeah. Guess I needed the sleep." His voice still held a rasp, as though his body hadn't yet fully accepted the idea of waking up.
Chris shook his head, tossing his t-shirt over his shoulder. "You missed our morning run, man. You're getting soft on me."
Luke shot him a wry grin, forcing himself into motion, grabbing his clothes. "Maybe you're just getting faster." He threw the comment over his shoulder as he moved to get dressed, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Andromeda—her warmth, her touch.
