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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he's n̶o̶t̶ a villain
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Luke
Luke wandered across the debris littered ground, his eyes finding damage to the cabins and the trees, caused by last night's storm. The storm. The beach. Andromeda. Fuck. But he couldn't think about that right now, he had to stay focused. The summer solstice was tomorrow, Monday. He hadn't heard anything from Percy or Annabeth since their Iris message and he still hadn't figured out how to handle the situation with Clarisse.
The only thing he had done was get back on Andromeda's good side. He figured he would need as much good will as he could find in the coming days.
Looking at the sky now, it was hard to imagine that a storm had blown through the previous night. The air was still wet, but it was hot and sunny, making the air muggy and humid. The wind hardly blew at all, which made Luke nervous. The stillness seemed to settle in all around him, suffocating him. He assumed Zeus and Poseidon were tired after their fight the night before and were resting, but he didn't trust this calm weather to keep, not when the solstice was so close.
As Luke continued to survey the aftermath of the storm, his mind raced with thoughts of the impending summer solstice and the ominous silence that now enveloped Camp Half-Blood. He knew that the calm weather could be just the calm before the storm, a temporary reprieve before chaos ensued once again.
His unease grew as he moved through camp, eyes narrowing at the unnatural tranquility that seemed to suffocate everything. It was too quiet, too still. He knew better than to trust peace at Camp Half-Blood. Trouble was always waiting, lurking just out of sight.
He found himself headed toward the forges, the clanging of hammers and hiss of steam a constant background. But even that seemed muted today, the usual rhythm off-kilter. As he approached, Luke's attention sharpened when he spotted Andromeda working alongside Clarisse. That stopped him in his tracks.
Clarisse? Andromeda? Together?
Clarisse, daughter of Ares, didn't get along with anyone, much less Andromeda, who had always thought Clarisse was too intense, too brutal. She wasn't wrong either. Clarisse was a bulldozer, a whirlwind of barely-contained aggression. Andromeda, by contrast, was all easy smiles and calm energy. Luke had never imagined they could work side by side, but there they were, hammering away at Clarisse's spear, talking quietly, with smiles on their faces.
Steeling himself, Luke approached Andromeda, a soft smile playing on his lips. As he reached her side, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his touch tender and affectionate. Andromeda looked up, surprised by Luke's sudden appearance, but a warm smile lit up her face at the gesture.
