[ when luke winds up slipping into another language, often he thinks he's translatable to those he's speaking to. sometimes, he's aware of it — often, he does it on purpose — but in the case of the drabwurld, he's a little out of touch with the sounds and shapes of the words he's speaking. he's always taken it for granted, being able to understand another language — reading, writing, hearing, or speaking it — without requiring the intense study another undertakes to understand each syllable and accent of a word. it's been too long since he had spoken anything other than english and greek, losing himself with kronos as the five years he had severed ties with those he cared for, lost too many people than he could originally cope with, and became a gaunt and hollow version of himself, he hadn't indulged himself in the french his mother had taught him (though, he doubts it to have been an actual lesson, given he knew it before he understood what language he was speaking) — and he had never wanted to, purposefully avoiding it as it reminded him of too much. ]
[ as for everything else, luke's oblivious — he chases after maia as she leads him through the hallways, jumping over fairies, flying a short distance in hopes of tackling the wild and agile fox, as she leads him to where it is he seeks. he's late to the training grounds as maia takes a detour, perhaps a little lost and a little too new to this castle layout. she remains a good distance ahead of him, running out into the training grounds. clarisse will be able to see her, a little red fox that comes to an abrupt halt, ears twitching as she assesses the area, before she turns on her heel and retraces her path at a blinding pace. but luke knocks into maia out of clarisse's sight, laughing as she slams into his legs and is dizzy enough for him to scoop her up within his arms and hold her to his chest. though he's breathing hard, the run through the castle is nothing new to luke. he doesn't bend over in hopes of catching his breath as he cards his fingers through maia's hair, scratching hard behind her ear to see her lean into his touch, eyes closing as she acts as though she hadn't run from him in the first place. ]
[ approaching her, his gaze doesn't linger for too long upon clarisse, looking to maia within his arms as she becomes content and relaxed within them. it's as if she had known where he had wished to go — and he supposes she truly did, smarter and more cunning than he and hermes could ever wish to be as she easily fools him into believing she's a kind and gentle and soft fox, as her small stature and her desire for affection often leads him astray. the moment he pulls his hand away, she shakes her head, blinking, as if surprised his affection would abandon her so abruptly — or at all. he's grinning at maia, still catching his breath, but he's at the end of another chase as his voice is audible and clear as he nods to the familiar pen he dislikes within her hands, ] Nice stationery. [ he doesn't trust that sword just like he doesn't trust blackjack; everything percy seems to own, save for the care package he had left luke for reasons he doesn't wish to think about, has always represented luke's guilt for the shit he had put that kid through. seeing it now, in her hands, gives him great pause. but he has to trust her — she's not the one who betrayed the entirety of his family. it's clear he's uneasy, though, despite how well he tries to hide it. ] You going to stab me with it?
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[ as for everything else, luke's oblivious — he chases after maia as she leads him through the hallways, jumping over fairies, flying a short distance in hopes of tackling the wild and agile fox, as she leads him to where it is he seeks. he's late to the training grounds as maia takes a detour, perhaps a little lost and a little too new to this castle layout. she remains a good distance ahead of him, running out into the training grounds. clarisse will be able to see her, a little red fox that comes to an abrupt halt, ears twitching as she assesses the area, before she turns on her heel and retraces her path at a blinding pace. but luke knocks into maia out of clarisse's sight, laughing as she slams into his legs and is dizzy enough for him to scoop her up within his arms and hold her to his chest. though he's breathing hard, the run through the castle is nothing new to luke. he doesn't bend over in hopes of catching his breath as he cards his fingers through maia's hair, scratching hard behind her ear to see her lean into his touch, eyes closing as she acts as though she hadn't run from him in the first place. ]
[ approaching her, his gaze doesn't linger for too long upon clarisse, looking to maia within his arms as she becomes content and relaxed within them. it's as if she had known where he had wished to go — and he supposes she truly did, smarter and more cunning than he and hermes could ever wish to be as she easily fools him into believing she's a kind and gentle and soft fox, as her small stature and her desire for affection often leads him astray. the moment he pulls his hand away, she shakes her head, blinking, as if surprised his affection would abandon her so abruptly — or at all. he's grinning at maia, still catching his breath, but he's at the end of another chase as his voice is audible and clear as he nods to the familiar pen he dislikes within her hands, ] Nice stationery. [ he doesn't trust that sword just like he doesn't trust blackjack; everything percy seems to own, save for the care package he had left luke for reasons he doesn't wish to think about, has always represented luke's guilt for the shit he had put that kid through. seeing it now, in her hands, gives him great pause. but he has to trust her — she's not the one who betrayed the entirety of his family. it's clear he's uneasy, though, despite how well he tries to hide it. ] You going to stab me with it?