[ luke rolls his eyes. to him, this feels like camp — petty insults thrown at one another, ribbing the other to the point where the only way to prove that one was superior was to win a game on one of the courts of camp half-blood. but this is the real world — and the real world doesn't work the same way the camp did. ]
[ he's become adjusted to the ways life works outside of camp — the routines he imposes are up to him, not mr d or chiron. his apartment is lonely and silent, whereas his cabin had always been filled to the brim with voices and bodies. luke's never really been alone in his life — he's always had his mother, even if she went off the deep-end because of the gods, and he had always had thalia and annabeth, before the gods took thalia away from them both, and his anger at the gods had driven a wedge between him and annabeth. he had the support of some of his family during kronos' reign. he had always been with someone. ]
[ there's no one waiting for luke in elysium, just as there's no one waiting for him in the world of the gods. he's wondered why he's the one who gets a second chance, too. when compared to those who have been lost, he has to wonder why me? he's done nothing but cause pain and destruction, burdened many who he called friends with grief and conflict amongst themselves — and, yet, here he is, living a life he was never destined to live. the life of a demigod was a short one. luke had always been surprised when he passed the age of sixteen. ]
[ and now he lives in isolation, just as he had when he was nine. he wonders if that's the price he has to pay for what he has done. ]
Just stating a fact. [ he thinks to hold his hands up in surrender again, but even if he waved a white flag, clarisse wouldn't accept it for the gesture that it was. it'd be like waving red in front of her — she'll charge, no matter what he tries to do to diffuse the situation. ] I forgot how uptight you were. Always looking for a fight … [ he narrows his eyes and tilts his head, smirking. ] Ever think maybe there wasn't one?
covers face in hands, there are children about!
[ he's become adjusted to the ways life works outside of camp — the routines he imposes are up to him, not mr d or chiron. his apartment is lonely and silent, whereas his cabin had always been filled to the brim with voices and bodies. luke's never really been alone in his life — he's always had his mother, even if she went off the deep-end because of the gods, and he had always had thalia and annabeth, before the gods took thalia away from them both, and his anger at the gods had driven a wedge between him and annabeth. he had the support of some of his family during kronos' reign. he had always been with someone. ]
[ there's no one waiting for luke in elysium, just as there's no one waiting for him in the world of the gods. he's wondered why he's the one who gets a second chance, too. when compared to those who have been lost, he has to wonder why me? he's done nothing but cause pain and destruction, burdened many who he called friends with grief and conflict amongst themselves — and, yet, here he is, living a life he was never destined to live. the life of a demigod was a short one. luke had always been surprised when he passed the age of sixteen. ]
[ and now he lives in isolation, just as he had when he was nine. he wonders if that's the price he has to pay for what he has done. ]
Just stating a fact. [ he thinks to hold his hands up in surrender again, but even if he waved a white flag, clarisse wouldn't accept it for the gesture that it was. it'd be like waving red in front of her — she'll charge, no matter what he tries to do to diffuse the situation. ] I forgot how uptight you were. Always looking for a fight … [ he narrows his eyes and tilts his head, smirking. ] Ever think maybe there wasn't one?