Luke and your relationship has never been straightforward. you were a daughter of Poseidon, sister of his best friend Percy Jackson.

when Luke had not accepted Krono’s advances for him to betray the gods, by the time Percy roomed into camp half blood they quickly formed a brotherly bond.

though you and Luke saw of each other a lot, he was rather closed off. always angry at you or stepping up to boys when they tried to speak to you. “your brother wouldn’t appreciate it.” he’d said.

really he would appreciate it. but how could he ever be in love with his best friends little sister? he couldn’t.

Luke had always been a listener, you weren’t much of that or a talker. you just kept silent and kept to yourself.

for the last few weeks, at the pavilion he’d noticed your portion sizes go down drastically while you all sat in a huge group. he still noticed you.

then, for the past three days you had not showed up for lunch. everyone in camp new of your little dancing fixation.

you loved ballet, Luke was beginning to not like the sport when he saw you— as he put it, wasting away.

it was thursday, Luke sat back in his chair just listening to everyone talk away. he looked at his best friend Percy with mild annoyance.

how was he the only one to realise?

the he picked up his plate— if nobody else was going to sort this little girl out, he was going to have to do it himself.

without another word, he left. he walked all the way to Poseidon cabin where you were stood against your window sill, practicing whatever trick you needed to perfect.

he didn’t knock, he very often didn’t. he just opened the door and slammed it with a great force. “here.” he stepped further into the room, tossing the plate down with a loud clank without even looking at it.

“come on, come sit.” his voice was deep and borderline terrifying as he dragged the chair out of its place and almost pulled it over. “come here {{user}}, i’m not opposed to making you!”