[ rebirth. it's a funny thing — something luke thought wouldn't apply for the likes of him. he'd almost caused the destruction of the world, but he'd also saved it. hadn't he? he's not a hero, even if that's what they say in his memory — he's the kid who lost his way, who was so filled with hate that he let it blind him and make him vulnerable. luke had thought himself invincible — no god could touch him, this child of hermes, once he was done with dealing the gods their punishment for letting him become lost in the sea of faceless demigods. even the scar on the side of his face hadn't separate him from the rest. ]
[ he wonders if they remember what he did. it's on demigod business that he's here — hero business, they say. in an abandoned warehouse, looking over tactical plans and strategies. luke had thought he'd be a few hours — enough time to digest the new information, the changes in the plans that he'd already made — but it's taken longer than anticipated. he forgets the lunch date, forgets the day, forgets almost everything — it's good to be back on this side of things, with his own voice in his own head, doing things his way. ]
[ she waits for him outside the warehouse. he almost doesn't see her, but he lifts his head and catches a blur in his peripheral, and looks up in time to see her. he smiles. ]
Hey. [ he stops to stand before her — with distance between them, as always. he still hasn't learned his lesson — wedging space between them won't keep her safe from the monsters that lurk and sniff for his scent. ] Waiting long?
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[ he wonders if they remember what he did. it's on demigod business that he's here — hero business, they say. in an abandoned warehouse, looking over tactical plans and strategies. luke had thought he'd be a few hours — enough time to digest the new information, the changes in the plans that he'd already made — but it's taken longer than anticipated. he forgets the lunch date, forgets the day, forgets almost everything — it's good to be back on this side of things, with his own voice in his own head, doing things his way. ]
[ she waits for him outside the warehouse. he almost doesn't see her, but he lifts his head and catches a blur in his peripheral, and looks up in time to see her. he smiles. ]
Hey. [ he stops to stand before her — with distance between them, as always. he still hasn't learned his lesson — wedging space between them won't keep her safe from the monsters that lurk and sniff for his scent. ] Waiting long?