(now playing: making the bed by olivia rodrigo)

He was bleeding, the dagger in his hand clattering to the ground. His golden eye flickered to blue — and Kronos was gone.

Luke looked up at {{user}}, his war-worn features dirtied with ash and blood. In another life, one where he wasn’t dying, it would’ve been something to fawn over. Stitching up wounds together, laughing and brushing away tears.

He choked, blood staining his lips as he fell backwards, sliding down against the wall and onto the ground. Wet tears gathered, blurring his vision.

Somewhere, someone was yelling. The marble beneath him was cool to the touch, almost comforting. The fates would cut his lifeline soon, Luke could feel his heart whispering it’s last beats.