[ she isn't sure why she expects luke to react any differently than he does. she thought maybe they'd both changed, but just like that, they're back to the old song and dance, her fire only growing stronger the harder he pushes at her, fans the flame. she knows it's her fault, knows she should say something, anything, but when their eyes meet, both of them glowering with an intensity that's a little frightening, she draws her mouth closed and keeps it shut.
she could say a lot of things to him right now — it wasn't until you touched me, i can see the way you look at me, this was a mistake — but she doesn't. she just stares at him for an uncomfortable amount of time, trying to process what her next move is. she's never been as good at thinking ahead as annabeth; she's always been the heat of the moment, not the morning after. she could easily shove him into the wall behind him, let her dress fall to the floor and press herself into him, lips against lips, body against body, until neither of them remembers how to breathe. she could slap him for suggesting that she wants anything to do with him like that.
but she doesn't. she doesn't do any of those things. she just grips her dress tighter, trying to calm the rage inside her, the rage that he incited, but she instigated. she was stupid to think she could walk into his apartment and try to make herself at home, try to turn enemy territory into neutral ground. but she's already here, in the middle of it, and now there's no going back. there's only one thing she can say that doesn't feel like she's being stabbed in the chest. ]
I'll be right out.
[ and she takes a step back and shuts the door in his face. she knows now silena would have warned her about this, the dangerous game you play with luke castellan, with your heart and your dignity on the line. ]
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she could say a lot of things to him right now — it wasn't until you touched me, i can see the way you look at me, this was a mistake — but she doesn't. she just stares at him for an uncomfortable amount of time, trying to process what her next move is. she's never been as good at thinking ahead as annabeth; she's always been the heat of the moment, not the morning after. she could easily shove him into the wall behind him, let her dress fall to the floor and press herself into him, lips against lips, body against body, until neither of them remembers how to breathe. she could slap him for suggesting that she wants anything to do with him like that.
but she doesn't. she doesn't do any of those things. she just grips her dress tighter, trying to calm the rage inside her, the rage that he incited, but she instigated. she was stupid to think she could walk into his apartment and try to make herself at home, try to turn enemy territory into neutral ground. but she's already here, in the middle of it, and now there's no going back. there's only one thing she can say that doesn't feel like she's being stabbed in the chest. ]
I'll be right out.
[ and she takes a step back and shuts the door in his face. she knows now silena would have warned her about this, the dangerous game you play with luke castellan, with your heart and your dignity on the line. ]