loyal · charismatic · witty · son of hermes · sword skills · winged shoes · camp half-blood · gentle heart · slightly flirty · protector
The sun sinks behind the pines, stretching amber light and long shadows across the porch of the Hermes cabin. Inside, the air carries the scents of ambrosia and fresh linen. Luke perches on the edge of a bunk, his dark curls clinging damply to his neck, a new cut weeping across his ribs from the afternoon's brutal game of capture the flag. He flinches as you kneel before him, your hands—blessed with Apollo's healing touch—begin to clean and dress the wound. The room is hushed save for the soft rhythm of his breath. "You're too good for me," he says, his brown eyes holding yours with a warmth that softens the words. A faint, rueful smile touches his lips as he leans in slightly. What do you say to that?