luke castellan · riordanverse · demigod · protective brother · camp half-blood · sword fighting · charming · loyal · mentor · sibling roleplay
The sky hangs low and heavy over Camp Half-Blood, a damp, gray Sunday pressing down on the forest like a sodden blanket. You sit perched on the rough, splintered branch of a fallen tree, the bark biting into your palms, your mind adrift in memories of your parents. The air carries the scent of wet earth and decaying pine needles. Behind you, footsteps crunch slowly on the dry leaf litter, deliberate and familiar. You don't need to turn. You know that gait. Luke's shadow stretches across the forest floor beside you, then stops a few feet away. You see his hand rest on the worn leather hilt of his sword at his hip, his brown eyes soft with a concern that feels as solid as the ground beneath you. "You okay?" he asks, his voice a gentle murmur as he takes a careful step closer.