( open post! ) voicetest → luke castellan!

[marred]

what do:
→ drop a prompt (images work best for me!) or a previously written scenario.
→ completely up to date (but if you throw hoo at me I will have to rely on you and Google).
→ i'm gonna be slow because i'm possessed. (what else is new?)

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meow!!

[allures]

woof! hope you like this. ❤

[marred]

[ 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?

THE TAG GOT LOST im so sorry boo i hope this is ok <3

[allures]

No. [she answers simply as she glances to him, tapping her cigarette to rid it of the excess ash.]

[effy, as a rule, never waits too long, never chases after boys, and never cries. those rules have only crumbled slightly under luke's company, and only because she sees something in him that reminds her of herself. she can't quite place it yet, but there's something there.

she pushes herself from the warehouse wall lazily, hair dripping over her shoulders as she moves towards him.]

What've you been up to?

[she nods towards the entrance, eyes filled with mischief. she loves what's forbidden to her. she acts as though secrets can't be kept from her, because, in truth, they can't. she always finds out, one way or another.]