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audio » june 3rd, after ned's meeting

[rues]

[ to say clarisse is furious would be an understatement. she has quite possibly reached the pinnacle of the wrath of ares, and while she would love to show him just how angry she is, her voice conveys it more than well enough for him to visualize it himself. she didn't even think to contact him via video; she'd simply roared GET ME LUKE CASTELLAN into the locket, and audio was the default, apparently. not that she figured he'd answer, which he doesn't. but even over audio, her rage is palpable. somehow, she's more pissed off about this than the backbiter incident — this is personal. this is a direct violation of her privacy and probably some kind of property laws, if those even exist in the drabwurld. ]

[ no, it's not unexpected for a child of hermes to steal shit, but this is certainly not putting them on any better terms. she can't even fathom how bad their terms are now. after a month of putting up with him and then two weeks of putting up with only him, this is the last goddamn straw. she'd been trying to make meaning out of him saving her life, trying to reevaluate her position in the case of luke castellan v. la rue, but now all that evidence has been thrown out the damn window. she doesn't even care if he saved her life once (or twice) or stole the dara or made her a stupid documentary about trees and made her laugh — he stole her chariot, her gift from the monarchs (and by proxy her dad, or so she likes to think), which might as well be a big fuck you to ares. and more than she hates when people disrespect her, she hates when people disrespect her dad. she thought luke at least respected her a fraction of enough not to steal her shit, but that's where she'd be dead wrong. he's just as fucking selfish as he's always been. ]

[ it doesn't even occur to her that he'd be upset about annabeth. why would it? this feels like a direct attack on her, in retaliation for the backbiter incident or the way clarisse has treated him this entire time or whatever. she won't apologize, not now, and probably never given the current circumstances — this feels like a declaration of war, and he should know damn well that clarisse takes this shit extremely seriously. if he wants to start something, she won't back down. not this time, not when he's personally offended her. this is between them, not them and the gods or them and jason or anyone else. she isn't going to let him get away with this, but there isn't much she can do right now except scream at him. ]

I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing, but I swear to all the gods above, Luke Castellan, if I don't get my chariot back come this fortnight, I will hunt you down and take it back, and I won't hold back this time. [ she's giving him a chance to reconsider before he jumps headfirst into a real war — not just petty fights about the gods — with the daughter of war. ] You know exactly what I'm capable of, so don't think for a fucking second that I'm bluffing. And if I find that anything else is missing, it's on your ass, Castellan. [ and just in case she wasn't clear before, she enunciates the following: ] Two weeks. [ she crushes the locket closed in the palm of her hand and resists every urge telling her to throw it at the wall. ]

not really here » oops, sorry clarisse.

[marred]

[ if it were any other day, luke would laugh her threat off, almost welcoming it. his act of thievery would've been his attempt at goading her into action, seeing how far she'd go before she spat flames instead of words from her mouth. but unlike the previous occasions where he had messed with clarisse to get a rise out of her — an unexpected laugh or her expected fury — luke isn't thinking clearly when he steals the chariot once the demigod squad is occupied at the seelie meeting. ]

[ he should go and prove his worth, offering his services in any way he can, but a part of luke feels weighed down with stones at the notion of putting himself out there again to only be turned down. he can hear clarisse screeching he's a traitor! after every word he says in a bid to sell himself as a valuable asset. but as he can't find annabeth, planning to escort her to the meeting, lest she become lost and overwhelmed with caer glaem's floor plan, luke finds no sign of her. he tries to halt the panic rising in his chest, but it's a fruitless attempt. it's when he searches through his locket to call her he finds any trace of her having occupied a room erased, as though she hadn't existed within the confines of drabwurld to begin with. ]

[ it's unexplainable how he feels, feeling the very small thread he had been holding onto to keep his anger at bay snapping. forgoing the meeting, luke doesn't so much as wait until he knows the entire gang is occupied before he packs a bag, his boons and backbiter and a few items of clothing, before he runs to the kitchen and steals enough food to keep him from keeling over. he doesn't think of what it'll look like when he steals clarisse's chariot. it's merely a means of escaping, more convenient than tricking nico and being the reason for the boy looking more like death than his natural, ghostly complexion presents. he doesn't leave a note nor message, merely flying on adrenaline and anger and grief at the notion of annabeth having been brought to drabwurld to only be plucked from his fingers the moment he has the chance to say i'm sorry. perhaps this is the punishment he had been holding out for, to be given the one chance at redeeming himself and repairing a relationship he viewed as one of his pillars of strength and reason for waking each day while on the streets, to be stolen away from him like he thieves clarisse's own gift. ]

[ the message isn't a surprise to receive, but luke merely pockets his locket. he doesn't wish to reply, despite not knowing what he'd say, for once. he doesn't want another war. considering clarisse has been gunning for him from the moment they laid eyes on each other, he's not surprised she threatens him with such an act, prepared to take his head off with all the anger within her arsenal. he supposes saving her life and proving himself to be trustworthy is undone with what she'd see as an act of treachery, when all luke views it as is a boy not quite understanding what it is he's doing until he's up in the sky with the lights of caer glaem behind him. he needs to escape — and, so, he does just that, travelling away from it, as a child of hermes does. rather than confronting it head on, as a child of ares might, he flees, lest it catch hold of him and squeeze its arms around his torso so tight he can't breathe any longer. ]

[ fortunately for him, he has no plans on returning and finding out how good clarisse's own word is. ]