010. it's halloween and we can be anything

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🌅 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗘𝗡 . . .
❛ it's halloween &
we can be anything ❜
⚡︎ ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚


THE BETRAYAL OF LUKE CASTELLAN has changed the Schuyler-Dawson household. Aurora has spent most days in her room, sulking and complaining that the boy was the "biggest loss of her life", which meant Elijah had to take care of everything around the house. William and Vivienne were working full-time, so the eldest had to take care of Andie.
It wasn't like she couldn't do it herself, but Elijah would never even think about not taking care of his baby sister.

He made sure she was prepared for school, helping her with her math homework, getting her ahead, and making sure she was fed and happy, despite the situation brewing around them.

Usually, they'd spend the free days at camp. There was something special about seeing the leaves turn brown at Camp Half-Blood, seeing everyone in their sweaters and boots as opposed to the orange t-shirts and sneakers, smelling the cold breeze, and drawing on foggy windows in the morning. Andromeda felt most at home during this season. But this year they didn't go to camp and spent the short break as a family in the house in Vermont.

Andie gazed at the clock on top of her bedside table. Half past one. She would've had a nice warm lunch at camp right about now, joking around with him. Afterwards, the traitorous son of Hermes would lead most activities along the lines of the arena.

It felt strange not to hear his voice running around commanding everyone what they should be doing.
No one complained when he was in charge. Everyone loved it — they enjoyed him in that leadership position, listening to every word he spoke.

The blonde felt foolish for ever trusting him. He was a liar, she loathed him. She should hate him — despise him for what he did to Percy. But part of her wondered what would've happened if the traitor was Clarisse instead.

Would Luke still be here, entertaining her sister, Aurora, while keeping everyone focused on their tasks? Would he practice kindness and empathy? Or would he be a total jackass about the preparation? Would he have a panic attack over failing like last year? Would he try to charm his way into convincing her to do something?

Hell, if Luke never betrayed them, she might've been at camp right now.

Maybe this was what Taylor Arlen wanted to warn camp about all those moons ago. The big betrayal she had never gotten the chance to witness — yet experienced first-hand.

Tick Tock.
Tick. Tock.

It was as if the clock was mocking her, every sound reminding her of the events that happened on the Fourth of July. They were shining like fireworks over her sad empty town, a painful reality check of all his doing. The once so joyous memories turned incredibly painful.

Now, every look, every touch, every promise felt wrong. If she had known that this would've happened, she would've looked away and ignored him when they first met.
The blonde felt like dried-up paint, splattered everywhere except on her old friend.

She remembered how Luke always called her his little sister, his best friend.

Now, the daughter of Apollo finally noticed the red flags like him consciously trying to plot her and Annabeth against each other, or when his gaze lingered on her a little too long. She shuddered, now hyper-aware of his eyes lingering on her every move. Did the boy ever blink?

She wanted to puke.

Suddenly every touch left her with a gnawing feeling in her stomach. It was as though she felt him, either when he hugged her or patted her back. The feeling wasn't pleasant. She itched her skin raw.

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