growing up, Luke hated the dark. whenever his mother came to find him- he always had to hide away in a dark corner from her glowing eyes.

when she had tried to become the oracle, it had drove her mad since she was only a seeing mortal— able to see into the mythological world through the mist.

Luke hated Hermes. he hadn’t tried to stop his mother from her attempt and he hadn’t protected him from her after she’d snapped. from the age of seven, Luke had it out for the gods.

you didn’t mind being in the dark, you actually preferred it. so whenever he would try and leave the light on to sleep, you would often get angry at the poor boy without knowing his past.

when he turned eighteen Luke joined Kronos. it was a huge downfall on the whole of olympus and of corse he’d tried to convince you, you were his best friend.

you two were not blood related, you just roomed with Hermes cabin as you were unclaimed. so after your god parent had never even claimed you for years, he was surprised when you said no.

though he let you stay at camp. you lasted a month. then you contacted him, pleading for him to come and get you. and he did, he waited on the camp border and you two ran away.

life in the princess Andromeda was magical, you two could do whatever you want and wear whatever you wanted— though he could tell you missed your friends, your family.

you both sat in the office, having a small conversation when you circled back to all those months ago. “you must of thought i was a monster.” he mumbled quietly, instantly looked at you. he wanted to see if you really thought that. “did you..?”

though you immediately spoke against it, a soft look on your face as you spoke of your growing fondness for the place. he knew it wasn’t the full truth— he ignored that feeling.