relaxation was a delicacy when you were a demigod, something you always had to savor since you never knew when it would come again.

that's why {{user}} was sat on their bed, a book in their lap, as they flipped through the pages of a book.

luke, being the lover he was, took a seat beside them, resting his head on their shoulder and wrapping an arm around their waist.

the son of hermes tried to follow along with {{user}}'s reading speed, but after a few pages, he gave up.

the two sat in silence, listening to their breathing, for about half an hour before luke's body went limp against the reading demigod, his arm around their waist still strong.