[ luke thinks this is the most he's ever seen her talk — text or verbally — ever in the years he's had the fortune of knowing her. but he hadn't known her when she was grieving, nor had he known she had a family out there somewhere, perhaps searching for him when she had been tied to luke in their own adventures of finding a safe house and safe ground to grow up and be themselves, their lives no longer punctuated by the appearance of monsters nor dictated by them. it's a side of thalia that frightens him, being unable to help her when she's in pain, despite her not crying nor screaming so loud the walls of caer glaem's castle shake. ]
[ for the talker he is, he's not sure how to begin comforting her at the loss of her brother. jason had been his first friend, a kid so stubborn he'd never given up on luke like luke had on himself or even hermes. jason's resilience to believe the best in him had seen him shrugging his shoulders when he'd gifted him backbiter and after learning the history of the sword. it's not something he'll ever forget, someone not knowing him outside of the tales depicting him as a villain, giving him a chance he knows he never deserved nor ever will. but it's not about him and his small loss. ever since nico chose to publicly declare the loss of three important demigods, one luke had never met, one he was beginning to know, and someone who was his family, he's been uncertain of how to respond to any of them. the girl who should be the easiest is the most difficult, especially given how their relationship still remains in tatters, regardless of the small steps they make toward repairing it. ]
[ it's the loss of annabeth that hits him harder than the sky falling atop his back and crushing him. it's a loss he's dealt with poorly before, fleeing to the station in a bid to not remember any of it — if he's far from caer glaem, he's far from the truth, and denial's warm embrace has always been a hell of a lot more kinder to luke than anyone else's. but he can't run now, not when thalia's falling apart and percy's probably breaking at the seams. despite his own urge to see if he's okay, it's thalia who takes priority, someone he hadn't been sure of how to approach after learning the loss of her brother. had she been the one to find out first and relay the message onto nico? had nico even contacted her privately? it's questions he wants to pry into deeper and tear at, ensuring thalia hadn't been the last to know in a series of demigods who need to be informed at the loss of their family members. luke's never been good at the comforting thing outside of those at camp coming to him first. it's never been the other way around, him seeking another out to ensure they're okay. ]
[ luke doesn't respond to any of what she's sent, instead taking to her own pleas for items she no longer has. abandoning george and martha to his room, promising to express his condolences from the two snakes, he takes to the armoury first, stealing a quiver of bows and popping over to the station to steal two cheeseburger meals and fries as if he's at mcdonalds. grabbing two cokes from the modern realm, he pops on back over to caer glaem and finds his hands are full as he dictates over his locket. ]
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[ luke thinks this is the most he's ever seen her talk — text or verbally — ever in the years he's had the fortune of knowing her. but he hadn't known her when she was grieving, nor had he known she had a family out there somewhere, perhaps searching for him when she had been tied to luke in their own adventures of finding a safe house and safe ground to grow up and be themselves, their lives no longer punctuated by the appearance of monsters nor dictated by them. it's a side of thalia that frightens him, being unable to help her when she's in pain, despite her not crying nor screaming so loud the walls of caer glaem's castle shake. ]
[ for the talker he is, he's not sure how to begin comforting her at the loss of her brother. jason had been his first friend, a kid so stubborn he'd never given up on luke like luke had on himself or even hermes. jason's resilience to believe the best in him had seen him shrugging his shoulders when he'd gifted him backbiter and after learning the history of the sword. it's not something he'll ever forget, someone not knowing him outside of the tales depicting him as a villain, giving him a chance he knows he never deserved nor ever will. but it's not about him and his small loss. ever since nico chose to publicly declare the loss of three important demigods, one luke had never met, one he was beginning to know, and someone who was his family, he's been uncertain of how to respond to any of them. the girl who should be the easiest is the most difficult, especially given how their relationship still remains in tatters, regardless of the small steps they make toward repairing it. ]
[ it's the loss of annabeth that hits him harder than the sky falling atop his back and crushing him. it's a loss he's dealt with poorly before, fleeing to the station in a bid to not remember any of it — if he's far from caer glaem, he's far from the truth, and denial's warm embrace has always been a hell of a lot more kinder to luke than anyone else's. but he can't run now, not when thalia's falling apart and percy's probably breaking at the seams. despite his own urge to see if he's okay, it's thalia who takes priority, someone he hadn't been sure of how to approach after learning the loss of her brother. had she been the one to find out first and relay the message onto nico? had nico even contacted her privately? it's questions he wants to pry into deeper and tear at, ensuring thalia hadn't been the last to know in a series of demigods who need to be informed at the loss of their family members. luke's never been good at the comforting thing outside of those at camp coming to him first. it's never been the other way around, him seeking another out to ensure they're okay. ]
[ luke doesn't respond to any of what she's sent, instead taking to her own pleas for items she no longer has. abandoning george and martha to his room, promising to express his condolences from the two snakes, he takes to the armoury first, stealing a quiver of bows and popping over to the station to steal two cheeseburger meals and fries as if he's at mcdonalds. grabbing two cokes from the modern realm, he pops on back over to caer glaem and finds his hands are full as he dictates over his locket. ]
Your wolves. Two questions.
1. Do they like me?
2. Are they inside pets?