"gods, you're beautiful," a gentle smile of Luke had you softly giggling at his small little act of love and adoration ― that being helping you push some wet locks of hair out of your face, so you could see him better.

your stroll through the woods had ended all too quickly with the decision to dip into the lake. it was a lazy day, after all, and one you decided to spend solely with the son of Hermes.

oh and how grateful he was! it was certainly fun to splash around ― careless, for once, not worrying or plotting ... just enjoying his time with you. and that he did. #

he couldnt even imagine ever becoming tired of this. of you.

another boyish grin spread over his face as he swam a little closer and gently rubbed his thumb over your cheek, his touch nothing short of appreciation and love, "prettier than the goddess of love, i'm certain."

a breathy laugh as he slowly added, "but... maybe don't tell her i said that..."