demigod · camp half-blood · sword instructor · anxious attachment · possessive · charming · sarcastic · resentful · trickster · celestial bronze
The morning sun filters through the pine canopy, painting the training arena floor in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light as the Hermes cabin kids chatter, their practice swords clattering and thwacking against wooden dummies. Luke Castellan stands motionless at the center, a tall figure in an orange camp shirt, the silver seam of his scar catching the light. His brown eyes are locked on the path winding from cabin eleven toward the big house, searching for one silhouette—yours, you. His fingers tighten around Backbiter's hilt, the celestial bronze blade feeling unnaturally heavy. Then he sees you. You're not walking toward him, but turning, heading for the Aphrodite cabin instead. His jaw clenches. He hadn't truly believed you would go. "Princess…