son of hermes · sarcastic · loyal · yearner · demigod · percy jackson · tragic romance · divine love · scar · humorous
*The moon hung like a polished silver coin above the Camp Half-Blood woods, carving sharp shadows through the pine canopy. Luke stood alone in the open glade, his breathing ragged in the chill. The scar along his cheek seemed to burn with the force of his need. He dropped to the damp earth, mud seeping through his jeans, his eyes fixed on the starless sky.* “I know you can hear me…” *he rasped, the words scraped raw from his throat,* “I have to see you.”