( the sexting meme )

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the sexting meme.

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[marred]

What about it? The shower has no stake in this.

[kerauno]

Why are we talking about stakes now?

[marred]

Because the shower doesn't matter when I'm talking to you? What in Hades, Thalia.

[kerauno]

Oh, that's sweet.

Ugh. I'm tired and we've been going around in circles the entire time we've been talking.

[marred]

I'm always so successful in tiring you out. ;)

[kerauno]

Yes.

It's exhausting talking to you. :)

[marred]

So cold. :'(

Why are you still talking to me if it's such a strain on your delicate sensibilities?

[kerauno]

Because you decided not to visit me tonight.

[marred]

I've been waiting for the invite. I'm a gentleman.

[kerauno]

Come over.

[marred]

[ after a few minutes, she'll hear a rock thrown at her window, followed by two more. ]

Knock, knock.

[kerauno]

[ The window slides open and Thalia's head pops out as she leans over precariously, brushing some of the longer hairs out of her eyes and holding them there as she grins down at him. She's dressed as promised, in black bikini-cut undies and a cut up and cropped old shirt. There is no crown on her head, not a touch of silver in sight. ]

Who's there?

[ Thalia waves her phone at him before reaching back inside to set it on her bedside table. ] You climbing up or are you letting yourself in?

[marred]

[ from the ground, luke grins. his smile may outshine the moon with how he stands beneath her window and peers up. there's always a damn tree to climb, but luke's since grown to trust them to carry his weight, particularly this one. once she disappears, he sets upon his task to climb it rather than answer her. ]

[ it's easy to, long limbs and agility that he thinks may outdo even the best tree huggers in the world. once he's by her window, he swings his legs over and lands with a thud on his feet. ]

[ he grins. he only sounds slightly winded, ] You could've just let down your hair to make it an easier climb.

[kerauno]

[ Thalia eyes him up from his feet to his head, her arms folded with her feet apart. Watching him puts a smile on her face and she cannot be assed to work it off into a more nonchalant expression. ]

So, what, you could be my Prince Charming?

[ That just makes her throw her head back laugh, even though she fully expects him to sulk and throw a faux-tantrum. The laughter subsides quickly and she only bothers to cover her mouth and rub under her nose by the end of it, slowly approaching him by her window. ]

I'm not exactly trapped in a tower. [ Trapped by other things, sure, though she still thinks the analogy is stupid. ]

[marred]

[ the look he gives her can be summed up as follows: duh. ]

[ of course he's prince charming. if luke could be anyone in the land of fairytales, it'd be either that or goldilocks who gets a lot of free food. he'd be able to lock the damn bears and their friends out of their house and take it as his own — of course, he'd wait until they paid the mortgage off completely before he made his move. ]

[ standing before her, he throws his hands behind his back and remains where he stands. he's a gentleman and he wishes to stand by such a title. ]

[ his voice is patient when he speaks, ] Because I saved you. [ it's like as though he's speaking to a princess who has awoken from a long slumber — or thalia. sometimes she requires him to spell out his good intentions, always seeing the bad in him. his eyes never leave her, watching as she approaches him. his lips curve upward as he's unable to bite the shape back. ] I'm Prince Charming. It's my job. Sometimes I'm so good at it you don't even realise you were in trouble in the first place. [ he shrugs his shoulders, as if it's as simple as that. ]

[kerauno]

I don't need any saving today. [ the words come out quieter than she intended. she doesn't need saving and never needed it in the first place, stubbornly self-reliant. her battles are her own and no one else's.

luke isn't her prince because she would rather he just be her luke - a friend, lover, companion, even if their relationship is forbidden. forbidden because of the agreement she made because of the decisions he made after she died. it is an annoyingly complicated series of circumstances.

she pauses in front of him, bouncing once on her heels with her arms still crossed over her chest. ]

And I'm not a princess.

[marred]

[ scrunching his face up, ] Technically you are.

[ a daughter of zeus is royalty. there's a reason why the children of zeus, hades, and poseidon are regarded as being special, and he has to think it's because of that. the king of the heavens, the king of the seas, and the king of life and death are royal men who are regarded with admiration than anything else in their world. thalia's a princess without the crown, but she has been a princess with a target on her back. ]

[ thalia's never needed saving, except for that day she couldn't save herself. his mind goes there, but luke refuses to acknowledge it with more than a simple thought. ]

[ with words escaping him, luke moves to her bed. jumping onto it, he lands on his back, crosses his feet at the ankle, and throws his hands back behind his bed to add them as an extra pillow. wiggling on purpose, he stills and looks over at her with a big grin. ]

Snuggly.

[kerauno]

[ thalia doesn't wear her silver diadem with him, she barely uses her powers, but it still isn't easy to ignore the way things are and always has been. she was a secret princess, now with a target on her back, sensed by monsters wherever she goes. there is no throne for her, and she knows it's best that there isn't any, for her own sake. her parentage part of why she had taken herself out of the equation by joining the hunters.

hoping to the edge of the bed, crawls over him, knees pressing into the mattress, thighs pressed against his thighs when she settles there. ] Comfortable?

[ thalia tugs gently at his hands, still sandwiched between his head and the pillow, wishing to pin them over his head. ]

[marred]

[ resisting her tugs for the first few moments, luke lifts his head and breaks his makeshift pillow away from him. resting against her pillow again, he lets his arms go slack for her to do her bidding with them. his hands are just as important as his legs; the only person, other than himself, he would trust with them is her. with his guard down, she could easily snap his wrist if she wanted to, but he has faith she isn't so mean to break what's most important to who he is. a luke castellan with a broken arm is not the kind of person he'd want anyone to be around. ]

[ he watches her, humming for a moment as he pretends to mull over her question. ] Could be better. [ he turns his head to the side near her, searching for something on the pillow. of course, he doesn't find it, and once he thinks he's looked hard enough, he glances up at her. ] There could be mints.