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( identifiers: luke castellan | ophiotaurus | αλεπού (the fox) | george and martha through luke castellan || LOCKET + COMPASS )

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[ and Percy knows that he's asking a lot, that he's asking so much of Luke to not close the door, to not shut Annabeth out. because if it's hard for Percy to have her come and go, he knows that it's impossible for Luke. because of the apologies, because of the countless conversations about how he's different, because it's Annabeth and he's sure that she's never reacted the same way twice.

Luke's response is as non-committal as they get, but Percy understands. he does. and maybe he can't empathize, maybe he doesn't understand completely, but he does understand the struggle of having someone important to you come and go like the tide. it's just that this is one that Percy can't control, can't reach for and pull back to him. ]

Thanks. For even trying, y'know. I get that it's not easy.

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[marred]

[ and all luke wants to do is run. as he'd been fearful of his mother, and what would befall her as he had come to realise he wasn't just an ordinary boy with a shit load of bad luck, he had taken to his powerful legs as he had understood at the age of seven they were the only reliable companion he had, guiding him to and from good and bad situations. proving such an assumption right, they'd pulled him away from a man he had yearned for for too long, to only see his prayers to gods he hadn't been sure were even real go unheard, as the pounding of his feet along pavement had been muffled to all those who had their ears pressed against the glass of the windows at the front of their houses to hear any sign of a burglar coming to prey upon them. ]

[ he wants to run — far, far away, somewhere off the map — to avoid the heartbreak of having a little girl who had once looked up at him and thought him capable of placing the moon in the sky if she had simply asked for it. it's a promise he had always given her, informing her she could have anything she wanted and he'd get it for her, from a tiffany's ring to a gameboy to even the newest barbie doll the aphrodite girls fawned over. nothing was off-limits for a girl who had to simply look at him and blink, encouraging him to damn the rules to see her smile, as the world had gifted her a father who loved her and a rarity in the form of a mother loving her completely, but had failed in giving her the tools in how to appreciate or even work with it. she'd been given everything she couldn't put her hands to to create, but he'd simply been her thief who had provided her with the tools to build her own castle as she had seen fit. ]

[ but she had built him one, and with her coming and going, it only decimates what she begins to repair, albeit slowly, leaving him homeless and half-complete as she ebbs to and fro like the tide. tickling his toes to pull away when she looks up and realises it's him, the boy who had transformed into an unrecognisable monster. ] Uh huh. [ exasperation lays thickly on the two syllables as he sighs out, ready to drop his locket and bolt out the door. ] There's no need to thank me. I haven't done anything.