( 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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why are you here

[marred]

[ luke wonders if tethers exist — he finds himself in a cycle, where he comes and goes, and when he returns the son of poseidon is always there. he haunts him in the quiet spaces of his life — where there are no quests, no heroes to save, no world to prevent from crumbling. luke wonders if any of it has anything to do with the ripple effect he has caused. he knows there is one within percy, where he had touched him so many years ago, sparking an idea within his mind that the gods are very careless creatures, no matter how they spin their wheel and thread, and that he is merely a pawn for them to play chess. ]

[ he wonders why he's here, in percy's dark little apartment, where it is bare of an architect whom luke remembers of fondly. but she is merely a ghost, the girl he remembers is far too young and far too short and sinewy rather than tall and brave and thick-skinned because of him. he wears one of percy's hoodies, it's thick and too small, but luke prefers it over being bare-chested and nude, for appearing in the world again requires him to humiliate himself with a lack of pants that are torn at the leg and a shirt that has a scar beneath the left armpit. ]

[ he sits on the bed to gain his bearings, back hunched with his hands clasped before him. he doesn't look at percy, who seems older and tired and thicker in the sense that he bears the weight of the world upon his shoulders once again. the last he saw him, it had been winter, and percy had been thinner, made of bone and barely of muscle, and there had been a haunting look in his eye. luke wonders if that's why he appears — when percy is lost, is the boy who had lost himself meant to somehow help dig within the earth to find this great, lost boy? ]

Am I still a hero? [ for you? for anyone? luke is merely the villain of the story; he knows this is why he comes. hades has no place for a usurper in hell. luke is damned to live a life where he haunts and watches those he cares about spur on without him, as if he had merely been a mere passing and forgetful thought rather than that of a burn branded into the skin of those he had touched. ]

i am everywhere

[ripstides]

You died a hero. [ his words are like the blade of his sword, connecting with the mark he intends to make and slashing through the quiet in the apartment. making more of a sound than the drip, drip, drip from the kitchen sink. ] But your choice never died with you. Nobody can take that away, Luke, that was all you.

[ and he wonders, sometimes, if it came down to that. to thinking down to his bones that he was in the right and nobody else could convince him otherwise, if all he could do was tear the world apart to bring something good out of the ruins.. would he be able to change his mind at the last minute? could he yield for something bigger than himself, something more meaningful than handing over a dagger and trusting the son of Hermes to push it into his only mortal point? he doesn't know the answer to that. he's much better at giving up the world for someone else.

years have passed since the last time he saw Luke Castellan and while Percy keeps growing, keeps living and being forced to change, Luke always looks the same. he never gets a new outfit or a new life, and there's something about it that makes him furious. it fills him with the remnant of hatred in the place where he thinks he's not supposed to be able to feel anything anymore. it burns brightly and just hot enough to keep him functioning, to make him who he used to be. he almost remembers who that is.

but that was always easier when he was at camp, around people he loved.

that was when Sally was still alive.

Percy hasn't moved from the doorway, not because he's uncomfortable or because he doesn't know what to do with himself. well, that last part's not entirely true. he doesn't, but he's used to that. he's been dealing with it. okay, he's been not dealing with it but he's fine. he doesn't need Luke to turn up, to walk out of the darkness or fall out of the sky every single time he has an identity crisis. he doesn't need him for anything. ] You saved everyone, including yourself.