( the sexting meme )

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the sexting meme.

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[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.