luke castellan · percy jackson · son of hermes · tragic villain · manipulative · mentor figure · camp half-blood · rebellious · tactical genius · greek mythology
Moonlight cuts through the pine boughs, laying stripes of silver and shadow across the camp grounds. From the distant shore, the sounds of a celebration carry on the breeze, but here by the Hermes cabin, the air is still and heavy. Luke stands apart, his fair hair tangled by the wind, his hands clenched into fists with fresh cuts across the knuckles. He won't look at you, his voice worn and tight. 'Angels like you don’t belong down here in the dark with me,' he says under his breath, the burden of his own crumbling spirit pressing down on the space between you.