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Post by ϟ MOD PIKA ϟ on Nov 23, 2010 23:01:26 GMT -5
Even I believe, I'm above, saving. and I'll never, let you see I am the broken I am the bruised I am the poor ones I have been used. It takes me falling to the ground To admit to, fully needing you Then When I'm breathing my last breath "Come and save me" I will cry to you 'Cause pride has not, let me say. [/size] I am the broken, I am the bruised, I am the poor ones, I have been used Luke knew right away when she looked at him that he wasn't being much of a help, even if she was trying to make him think he was. He wasn't buying it.. Just he was also determined to see her smile again, he knew it could take awhile but by damned would he let Jackson break her down like this. The kid was just probably having a small break down because of all the stress, at least that was what he hoped. He took a few steps closer to her and placed a hand on her shoulder comfortingly." Hey, lets head back to your cabin okay? You can show me what has changed, or not..." He knew that Annabeth was probably in no mood to give him a tour of her cabin, but that would at least give her the option of doing something to get her mind off of what just happened. She also had total right to tell him to get lost, but he had a feeling that company may be more of what she wanted.
Not to mention he really didn't want to go to the Hermes cabin until he had too. He was pretty sure that some of his brothers and sisters he had known before he left where still there probably, and that was just not a bridge that he was ready to cross yet. What if they all hated him? Where embarrassed to share a godly parent with him? He wouldn't blame them. When she agreed that heading back to her cabin seemed like a plan he walked beside her, he went to put an arm around her shoulders comfortingly but half way threw made it look like he needed to stretch and put his arms back down at his sides, he wasn't really sure if putting an arm around her would be the best idea right now.
There was a time that he wouldn't of thought twice about putting an arm around her when she was this upset. Before he had left to join Kronos he had put his arms around her a bunch of times, hell when she had seen him in her dream he had held her. Just now? After Percy's little break down, Luke wasn't sure if she wanted him to be with in five feet let alone hugging her. Yeah, the whole outburst wasn't his fault, but his name still seemed to come up allot. How could Percy possibly be threatened by him? He hadn't even been alive twenty four hours and he already was scared that he was here to steal Annabeth away from him. She had chosen Percy, he had been there. He had been dying yeah, but his ears had still worked surprisingly well unfortunately, because her telling him that she only loved him like a brother would always be burned into his memory.
He would always love Annabeth Chase, but she would never love him back. Right? 'I was a fall back because she didn’t have the guts to say something to you.' Percy's words stuck in his mind. He actually turned his head and looked down at the daughter of Athena beside him. Didn't have the guts to say something to him? Could she have loved him even after all he had done? If she had ever loved him at all..He shook his head and put his attention ahead of him again, ignoring all of the campers they passed who looked at him like they had seen a ghost. Which they pretty much where. Just Percy couldn't be right, he was just being paranoid and Luke needed to just be there for his best friend when she needed him. Something he hadn't been able to do for six years, it was about time to start making up for it.
Once they reached cabin 6 he opened the door for her, holding it open before walking in behind her. When he saw that none of her brother's and sisters where in he let out a small sigh of relief. At least there would be no awkward questions, or raised eyebrows that Annabeth had a boy from another cabin in her own. A boy that wasn't the one she was dating, Oh! and had been dead for two years. He walked over to the bunk he remembered was hers and sat down at the foot of it, looking at all of her things around it and on the beside tables." Hasn't changed much.." He said as he gave her a bloody smile. He had totally forgotten about his throbbing jaw and lip.
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Nov 24, 2010 23:07:59 GMT -5
Annabeth sort of heard something about going back to her cabin. Yeah, that sounded good. Out of the open. And maybe it would be a good idea to have the company too. She nodded silently. She walked beside him without a word, her expression mostly vacant, thought the evidence of tears still hung in her red eyes. Most every camper they passed turned to look, some just confused, and some with an expression that clearly read this must be a sign of the Apocalypse. It seemed to take the latter campers a good ten to fifteen seconds of staring open-mouthed to realize that Luke’s eyes were, in fact, quite blue. Annabeth was obviously not herself when none of these campers got a ‘relax, it’s fine’ or a glare at all the rude staring. There was a time that walking next to a once-again-living-and-not-controlled-by-Kronos Luke would be like a dream come true. Right now? She was having a hard time forgetting Percy’s words, the image of him punching Luke. Of him walking away. Walking along the row of cabins, what was always such a normal thing, seemed strange. Especially when Cabin 3 came into view. She almost wanted to go to that one. ‘Just go away and leave me alone!’Any desire she’d had to go the cabin of the sea god’s children suddenly vanished. She needed a bit of time before she faced him again. And, it seemed, so did he. She kept walking for Cabin 6, Athena Cabin, her home. She made something of an effort to smile gratefully at Luke when he opened the door for her and went in. It was empty. Well, of campers at least. There was, of course, the bunks against one wall, and desks and a drafting table and bookshelves and war maps and various pieces of armor. Somewhere in the back of her mind that little rule about no two campers, especially of the opposite gender, could be in a cabin at the same time. One or three or more. She ignored it. She had before, even though technically, especially as a counselor, she shouldn’t be doing that. It wasn’t like she’d done anything, and hadn’t meant any harm by it. And right now… she didn’t want to be around a lot of people. Luke was about the extent of it. She watched Luke walk over to her bunk and take a seat, looking around. “No, not really. Why change a good design, I guess.” When he smiled at her, though, she noticed once again that he still had blood on his lip. With a sigh, she walked over to her trunk and pulled out a clean washrag, taking it over to the nightstand, underneath which she kept a water bottle. But something stopped her: there were several pictures of Percy, and of her and Percy, put up on the wall next to her bed with sticky tack. She stared at Percy’s smiling face for a second before setting back to getting the water bottle and at least getting part of the rag damp. She had to get her mind off of Percy. First of all, it hurt. Second, it wasn’t fair to Luke. This was the first time she’d gotten to really talk to him, not counting the dream… in about six years. She couldn’t be distracted. Once she managed to get a small portion of the rag damp, she went over and sat next to Luke, offering it to him. “I’m really sorry about all that. Not the best welcome.”Word Count: 624 Song: Pale - Within Temptation |
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Post by ϟ MOD PIKA ϟ on Jan 2, 2011 21:45:28 GMT -5
Even I believe, I'm above, saving. and I'll never, let you see I am the broken I am the bruised I am the poor ones I have been used. It takes me falling to the ground To admit to, fully needing you Then When I'm breathing my last breath "Come and save me" I will cry to you 'Cause pride has not, let me say. [/size] I am the broken, I am the bruised, I am the poor ones, I have been used As they walked, Luke ignored all of the stares from everyone as he walked over the Athena cabin beside Annabeth. He would deal with the fact that the whole camp will probably know he is back before dinner later, right now his main focus was Annabeth. She needed him now, and for the first time in six years he was able to be there for her. He wasn't about to pass it up, he was going to make it just like he never left. Or well, try to at least.
He caught her staring at the Poseidon cabin and had to hold back a combination of rage towards Percy and jealousy that after all he just did she still had him on the mind. But he was being stupid, at least on the jealousy part. Annabeth had believed in him more than anyone could have expected her too while he was with Kronos, even when he hadn't deserved it. So why should he expect her to offer any less to Percy? She did lo- he couldn't even finish that thought. Because all of a sudden it felt like someone was constricting his newly beating heart. He knew how Annabeth felt about Jackson, but it didn't mean he liked to be reminded of it.
Swallowing his feelings he hesitantly wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders when she turned her attention away from the Poseidon cabin." He is just going threw some weird phase Anna, just give him some time to clear his head and he will come back begging for forgiveness." He said with a weak chuckle before they made it to the Athena cabin and he opened the door for her. While she walked in. he hung back a little. He buried his hands in his pockets as he looked around, remembering all the times he came around here to see Annabeth. He had been around so much back then that most of her brothers and sisters would wonder if something was wrong if he didn't turn up for a few days. Would it be able to be like that again? He doubted it. Her siblings would probably throw books at him until he ran out of there cabin, not to mention the fact that unlike all those years ago. Luke wasn't blind to how he felt about Annabeth any longer.
Only problem was that if he had any chance of being with her, seemed to have been lost a long time ago. He soon made his way to her bunk, he still remembered where it was. He took a seat as he looked at all of the pictures beside the bed and felt his heart tighten again. How could Percy act like that towards her? He must of really gone off of his rocker. He didn't stop looking at the pictures until she offered him the rag." Oh, thanks..." He said as he took it and began to wipe off his mouth, the chill actually soothing the throbbing. He gave her a weak smile, shaking his head a little." Dont worry about it Anna, probably about the welcome I deserved anyways." He said a little sadly before he looked at her." Oh! that reminds me....I kind of barrowed this again back there." He said as he pulled her dagger out of his belt. the exact same one he gave her all those years ago and offered it to her hilt first." I thought you said you stopped carrying it?" He said with a weak smile.
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Jan 3, 2011 22:26:46 GMT -5
Annabeth tried not to think much as they walked back to her cabin. The times that she let herself slip into her own mind, it always ended up being something like finding herself staring at Percy’s cabin, or hearing Percy’s angry words echoing in her head. Not good thoughts, in other words. Trying not to think was not easy though. Not when one practically made a career out of it. Though when Luke put his arm around her, it did help. It had when she was growing up, and it still did now. She smiled slightly at his words, or at least attempted to. Just a phase? Wasn’t that like one of the most over-used reassurance phrases ever? That and ‘he didn’t mean it’, maybe. Well, he at least got points for effort; she knew he really meant well. The death-grip of Percy’s words and the shadow of his cabin where he was now (at least, so he’d said), seemed to ease a little within the safe confines of the Athena cabin. Though it wasn’t a complete jailbreak. The pictures of Percy above her bunk weren’t helping. Maybe she would get out that one she had of her and Luke when they were younger that she’d hidden after he ran away; especially at the start of the war, having his picture out was pretty much considered the same as harboring a criminal. Not that she hadn’t looked at it during those years, she just hadn’t let her siblings in on it. Distractions! Curse her ADHD! And Percy plaguing her mind, for the first time, in a bad way. She shoved the thoughts away and set her mind back to Luke, the one who had stood up for her, and who was sitting right there on her bunk… bleeding because some big-shot idiot hit him. She sat next to him, handing him a damp rag, and watched him wipe at his cut. It just made her want to kick Percy’s butt, though. No, no thoughts about Percy! She sighed at his words. “Luke, you know that isn’t true. You’re a hero. If people don’t see that, then they need to wake up.” She was at least glad to see him seem to cheer up a little when he continued. Or at least, not seem nearly so sad. She was rather glad for a new topic as well. Though the dagger was an unexpected change. “Oh! I was wondering what happened to that. I was so afraid something had happened to it.” She took the dagger with unnecessary care and ran a finger down one of the flat sides before looking back to Luke. “Yeah, I had. Until that dream. You just… looked so torn that I wasn’t carrying it anymore. I knew then that I was making a mistake. I thought it was better to honor you if I let it serve its original purpose.” She slid the blade back into the empty sheath at her side with a contented expression, glad to have one of her most prized possessions back. The original dagger safely in its sheath, she got up again and got her bag, digging in it and pulling out the replica dagger she’d made two years ago. “You can have this one if you want. So you’re not weaponless,” she said, holding it out for him before she paused. “Oh, um, I’ll remove the insignia first.” The expression she’d had in her dream when he’d seen that… she knew it was probably better gotten rid of. Glancing at her trunk next to her, she half-smiled and leaned down to push some things aside. At the bottom was a little teddy bear laying on top of some sealed envelopes on which the letters ‘-stellan’ were visible in Annabeth’s handwriting. She ignored the letters though, having seen them there so many times and not even really thinking that the addressee was right there. Instead she picked up the teddy bear. Another thing she didn’t parade around her cabin. Luke had given it to her for her eighth birthday, and it had done so much to help her cope with moving into the Athena cabin, away from Luke, and losing Thalia almost entirely on top of that. “Remember this?” She took her place back on the bunk next to him, holding the bear. “Between you and me, I still get it out sometimes, when times are rough. Never ceases to help.” She looked down at the worn little bear and tenderly brushed her fingernail through its fur like she always had all the way back to the first day Luke had given it to her. Word Count: 824 |
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Post by ϟ MOD PIKA ϟ on Jan 15, 2011 23:41:36 GMT -5
Even I believe, I'm above, saving. and I'll never, let you see I am the broken I am the bruised I am the poor ones I have been used. It takes me falling to the ground To admit to, fully needing you Then When I'm breathing my last breath "Come and save me" I will cry to you 'Cause pride has not, let me say. [/size] I am the broken, I am the bruised, I am the poor ones, I have been used Luke could tell that the whole episode with Percy was still hitting her hard, even inside the cabin there where pictures of the idiot by her bed. Even though he never said it out loud, he had always had a respect for the Son of Poseidon. He took care of Annabeth when he couldn't, and he trusted him enough in the end to give him the dagger so he could do the right thing and end it all. Just now? All he wanted to do was beat the little creep from here to Hades. He knew that he had told Annabeth that it was just a phase, that he would get over it before she knew it. Though he was only saying that to try and make her feel better, he wasn't so sure how much he believed that himself. Just if Jackson knew what was good for him, he would get his act together before Luke smacked the sense into him.
"She doesn't deserve anymore pain..."
He thought to himself with a small sigh as he took the rag from her and wiped the blood off his chin, wincing a little when it hit the sore spot on his lip. He let his eyes drift to the pictures of her and Percy again and mentally smacked himself. Was he a masochist or something? He really needed to grow up and do what he could to let her go. That's what she would want, right? She only loved him like a brother after all. However as he stared at the pictures, he couldn't help but long for the days where it was pictures of him with her by her bed instead of Percy. Though when she called him a hero he couldn't stop a little ghost of a smile appearing behind the rag." I spent six years wanting to hear you call me that again." In the beginning he thought he would be the worlds hero, bringing the gods down and giving the demi-gods the rights they deserved, the respect. Just he had been wrong, and in the end it had caused him to lose everything. His friends, his siblings and the girl he - and Annabeth. Not to mention he had a feeling if he ever did come across Thalia again she would fry him to kingdom come.
He held back a smile at how relieved she looked to have her dagger back, the dagger he gave her." I would like to think it would be able to do what I intended it too. keep your butt in one piece." He said with a teasing smile before looking at the other dagger. He shook his head and took the dagger from her gently." No, its...fine where it is. This second chance is to make up for mistakes and maybe how I saw him was one of my mistakes." He knew it would take a long time for him to forgive Hermes, or stop feeling that he didn't give a damn what happened to him. Though it didn't mean he wasn't willing to try, after all that happened it was time for him to stop and look at things. He placed his dagger into the sheath on his belt that he had been keeping its counter part in before going back to holding the rag to his lip.
When she pulled out the small bear he couldn't help but grin. He did remember it, and he couldn't believe she still had the thing." Of course I do, it was the first thing I actually scrounged up my money to buy instead of well...you know." He shrugged innocently before looking at her with a soft smile." It does huh? I guess I owe that little bear allot, keeping an eye on you while I was gone." He half teased, but truth was it meant allot that the small bear had helped her so much. It was like their was still a little hope that he hadn't been a complete failure when it came to her over the past eight years. However when he looked down, just able to see into the trunk which was still open he saw a stack of letters and what he saw was his name. Her bringing the bear out having uncovered the whole name." What are those? " He asked as he couldn't stop himself from getting up and walking to her trunk. Getting to his knees he reached in and picked up the envelopes, looking up at Annabeth." You wrote to me?..."
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Jan 23, 2011 20:41:01 GMT -5
Annabeth smiled and shook her head when he mentioned his six-year wait. “Luke, I told you that two years ago. You need to listen harder,” she said a little teasingly. She dropped the tone, though, at the abrupt topic change, though smiled a bit at his first comment. “I guess it has managed to keep me in one piece so far.” Well, that and a number of other things, like good plans, and good friends. The thought made her start to remember back to all the times Percy had gone out of his way, to the point of stupidity, to help her. She cut the thought off abruptly, though. Not a good idea to think about him right now. She fell silent when he continued, though, watching his expressions closely. He’d lived all his life last time believing his dad had hated him. To try to change that, she imagined, would be harder than trying to convince himself he fit in perfectly with the Aphrodite kids. “He really does love you, you know?” she ventured quietly. “I saw him, like in person, twice during the Battle of Manhattan. I’ve never seen anyone so distraught, especially not a god. He really was torn up by what was happening to you. I just don’t think he knew what to do.” Her voice faded off and she cleared her throat after a moment. “Sorry, not really my place to nose in.”It was definitely time for a subject change, and that bear he’d given her was a good topic. She smiled at him as she took her place back next to him after retrieving the little stuffed animal. “Really? Well, I feel privileged,” she said teasingly and added a small nudge just to show she was joking, grinning when he teased her right back. It was just like old times. Or, close enough. “Yeah, I guess so!” But she hugged the bear close to her anyway. As pathetic as it seemed, the little toy had helped her a lot. When Luke left, it made her feel like he was still sort of there. When Luke hurt her, it reminded her that some part of him was still kind and good and caring. And when he died… well, it made her think of happier times that, at that time, she thought she could only have in memories and photographs ever again. It reminded her of a great hero, and a wonderful man, even if he would never recognize her again. She closed her eyes and held the bear closer as her thoughts went down that old familiar, and painful, path. But this time it was different. She opened her eyes and looked over at… Luke. The real Luke, flesh and blood, very much alive, and sitting right next to her. But his attention was elsewhere; on her trunk, to be specific. “What are what?” Though Luke didn’t seem to be waiting for an answer. Instead he got up and went over to kneel in front of her trunk, pulling out a small bundle of envelopes that hadn’t been touched in two years, but that she recognized all too well. A little bit of the color drained from her face and she held the bear closer. “Those are nothing. Just old things, more of a journal than real letters. Trust me, not worth reading.” She reached out her hand, hoping that, against the odds, he might just hand them over. She needed a better place to hide those now... Word Count: 584 |
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Post by ϟ MOD PIKA ϟ on Feb 8, 2011 18:23:14 GMT -5
Even I believe, I'm above, saving. and I'll never, let you see I am the broken I am the bruised I am the poor ones I have been used. It takes me falling to the ground To admit to, fully needing you Then When I'm breathing my last breath "Come and save me" I will cry to you 'Cause pride has not, let me say. [/size] I am the broken, I am the bruised, I am the poor ones, I have been used " Well, I wasn't really that great at listening then." He said with a weak chuckle, she probably had told him he was a hero when he was dying. And then fact that he had been able to earn her forgiveness meant the world to him. Though truth was, the most he remembered of that night is the look on Annabeths face as Kronos attacked her, the pain of the dagger and then him asking her if she loved him, then her answer. The whole nightmare of a night was mostly flashes in his memory, but those where the parts that still shone like a beacon. Scars for him to live with because of his mistakes, but at least he could take some comfort knowing that scars heal. Even though sometimes not all of them go away... He looked at her and smiled his usual kind smile, one that he was still getting used to using after so long." Well your sitting here with me aren't you? So it has done its job," That dagger was the first thing he had ever given her, a symbol of their promise. He didn't want her to be haunted by the bad things it had done (like kill him). He wanted it to be a good memory again.
He continued to look at the replica of said dagger, that was now in his hands. Just more he was focusing on the symbol on the hilt, that of his father. Two years in the underworld had given him allot of time to think, had he been to hard on his father? Second chances where for righting mistakes and starting fresh. So the first step is to try and forgive his father for the pain in his past that he blamed him for." I wish I could of seen him before, ya know. There are just allot of things between us I don't understand, and want to but not sure if I can forgive. I spent most of my life hating him, its going to take time.." Though when she said what his father had been like during the battle he actually felt a small pang in his chest. God, he was just some weird talk show waiting to happen wasn't he? Just after a moment he shook his head and placed a hand on her knee." Anna, your the person I trust more then anything. If I cant talk to you about how screwed up I am who can I?" He asked with a small laugh. Truth was, she was the only one he felt comfortable talking about anything with, her and Thalia. Well, everything but how he felt about the young woman sitting next to him. That was one can of worms he had to reclose and never open again, easier said then done however.
However when they changed subject he laughed a bit, leaning back on his hands on the bed." You should feel special! I had to fight a couple of ten year olds for it." He teased with a mischievous smirk, had he really fought a couple kids? Well, that was for her to ponder. Looking at the bear he remembered that he had actually made her something for her 12th birthday too, just he never had the chance to give it to her. " Her birthday is coming up, I should give it a few updates and surprise her.....I bet she expects me to forget. If its not still where I left it, I have some siblings to strangle." He thought to himself with a small huff at the end. However while she was lost in her thoughts, his attention fell on the letters in her trunk.
Getting to his feet he grabbed them and then walked back over to the bed, sitting facing her." Come on Annabeth, they couldn't be nothing." Maybe it was his genetics, but the fact she was brushing off something with his name on them made him want to read them more. Not to mention she wasn't all out fighting him for them, so maybe she sort of wanted him to read them? Cause one thing he knew was that she was stubborn, and it would take a hell of allot for him to read something that she didn't want him too. Allot more then what she was putting up now. She did look paler, but how bad could they be? " You worry to much Anna." He said before he opened the first letter.
Once he had read the first, he couldn't stop. Even though each word seemed to stab agony and guilt threw his chest. He knew he had caused her pain, but this? There had been a point that he had thought that maybe if she hated him that it wouldn't hurt her when he was gone. Just it had, and no matter how much he had hurt her, in the end she never hated him. On the contrary. I betrayed you. You were dying and I betrayed you. I lied. I did love you. I still do. That was one line that stuck out at him. She loved him? He had asked her when he died if she loved him and she had lied, he didn't know how to feel. Everything he had begun to realize for true seemed to be dead wrong. He dropped the last letter on to the bed and buried his hands in his hair, resting his elbows on his knees. Not even noticing that his face was damp from silent tears that he didn't even know he had let fall.
After what seemed like years, he asked in a hoarse and weak voice, his head still down.
" Do you still love me?...Tell me the truth this time, please."
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Feb 11, 2011 16:59:54 GMT -5
Everything seemed to be going well. They were even actually kind of joking. “Yeah, well, I guess I can forgive you for that,” she said with a bit of a joking tone. After all, it was probably understandably hard to focus on stuff at the time for him. After all, he’d just been possessed by a crazy Titan lord and was on his death bed. Little details like that. Her mind strayed back to that day. It wasn’t the greatest topic of thought, but unfortunately it did come up a lot. She nodded slightly at his comment regarding the dagger. Yeah, so maybe he was sort of right. But that didn’t make the thing’s history any less morbid. It was the ‘cursed blade’ of the old Great Prophecy. It was hard not to think that one was creepy. And she didn’t think that horrible scream Luke had uttered when the dagger - this dagger - struck home would ever leave her. She looked over at him after a moment to find him staring at the replica. She held back a wince. If this was full of bad memories for her, she could only imagine what it was like for him. He was the one who died by the original of the dagger he now held, after all! She sighed. “I don’t think anyone is on super-friendly an understanding terms with their godly parent, Luke. I mean, I know things have been especially rough on you, but try to understand both sides of the argument, I guess.” She decided she’d leave it at that. She didn’t want to dig herself in any deeper and possibly risk him getting mad at her too. Looking at the grains in the wood floor, she bit her lip and waited patiently for him to go off about his dad. Just like old times, right? But that was about when he put his hand on her knee. She looked up and smiled. “Thanks, Luke. Feeling’s mutual. And, for the record, I don’t think you’re screwed up. Never have and never will.” She watched him lean back and look like himself for a moment at the subject change and couldn’t help but grin. “That must have been a rough battle. But I’m sure you showed them who’s boss,” she joked right back. It was actually sort of feeling like nothing had happened for a moment. Like he had never gone over to Kronos, had never left at all. And like Percy had never started acting like a jerk and punched him. She smiled to herself and hugged the teddy bear, drifting off into her thoughts… until he got up and pulled something out of her trunk. Her smile dropped like it had never come near being there at all. “Luke, seriously.” She wanted to fight him for them, to make sure he didn’t open them; he didn’t deserve to hear what those letters told of, of the hurt he’d caused. But she couldn’t. It was like she was stuck and all she could do was watch. “Luke, seriously, don’t…” She watched him open the first letter, but it wasn’t easy. She remembered writing those words. Twelve years old, sitting at her desk at home, the first year she’d gone home in a long time. And she’d been so depressed, and angry, and so much else she couldn’t even start to explain. Though she’d found some comfort in her dad being there for her, odd as it was at first, it didn’t replace Luke being there for her. She’d been devastated. She could still see the spot on the paper where she hadn’t managed to catch a tear from landing on it. And, painful though it was, she couldn’t pull her eyes away. She could tell that Luke was hurting too, which only made it all the worse. Finally, she looked away when he opened the letter with a single line on it: I can’t believe I ever trusted you. The paper was stained with tears. That had been one of the harder ones to write, even though it was the shortest. That one, and the final letter, mostly because she’d failed him, and she’d thought she’d never get the chance to apologize. She failed him. Realization washed over her like ice water. He was going to read that letter and realize she’d lied. Yes, she’d get her chance to apologize, but was it better when he didn’t know? She wasn’t sure. A moment passed, she heard one last rustle of paper, more like one being set aside than being opened or looked over. Then silence. That was the worst part. He wasn’t opening any other letters, and she assumed that meant it was because there were no more to open. She imagined this was sort of what it felt like to stand before the three judges at the Underworld. It seemed like forever. She wished he would just get it over with, yell at her for tricking him, call her any of the unpleasant names she’d earned, get up and walk away. But he didn’t. He just asked a question. And it was just as bad as any of the other options. She held her bear close and stared miserably at the feet of one of the desks, anywhere but at him. Tell me the truth this time, please. It was like she was the one getting stabbed this time. And she knew it was all her fault. She’d given him perfect reason not to trust her. But she had to tell the truth. She owed it to him. She took a deep breath. “Yes… I do.” |
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Post by ϟ MOD PIKA ϟ on Feb 12, 2011 17:40:55 GMT -5
Even I believe, I'm above, saving. and I'll never, let you see I am the broken I am the bruised I am the poor ones I have been used. It takes me falling to the ground To admit to, fully needing you Then When I'm breathing my last breath "Come and save me" I will cry to you 'Cause pride has not, let me say. [/size] I am the broken, I am the bruised, I am the poor ones, I have been used
Luke couldn't help but laugh when she said that she didn't think he was screwed up, squeezing her knee a little affectionately he shook his head." Are you sure your not just in the least bit biased when it comes to that Anna?" He said before he leaned back and actually laughed again, he could swear he hadn't felt this happy or had anything feel more like home then he did right now. Sitting there with her in her cabin, teasing and joking with each other just like old times. Little did he know, was that it wouldn't last very long, and he was about to do something that would turn everything upside down. He sat back down on the bed next to her with the letters, expecting her to fight him more if it was something really bad. Why would she have something to hide from him?
Oh, thats why..
He looked threw the letters and part of him wished he was back in the underworld. "Why did you leave me?" He was an idiot, that's why he left. "You’re turning into a monster." He never wanted that, it cut him down deep that she had seen him like that. A monster, for so long she had been her hero, then a monster. What did that make him now? A part of her past that she was better off forgetting? The next letter then proceeded to rip his heart out and stomp on it "I can’t believe I ever trusted you." It was dated after Mt Tam, he had tried everything to keep her safe, even if it meant her hating him. Though the words still stung like a knife, he was sure that the color had totally left his face. "Now I’ve lost you. I feel like I’ve been losing you more and more for years though." He had never wanted them to lose each other, she was one of the few things he had fought so hard to hold on to. Just in the end, all he had been able to hold onto was the fact that he was still her hero. He thought he had heard it all when he got to the final letter, she had lied to him? She had really been in love with him that day...He had asked her that, needing to know that she felt the same way he had, the same way he had thought he used to see when she looked into his eyes. But she had said she didn't....He needed to know the truth and he needed to know it now. He asked her for the truth, and even though in her letters had told him she had lied, he couldn't help be surprised by the answer.
" You do?...love me?" Part of him wanted to jump up in victory and thank the gods, but the bigger part was just confused and knew how complicated this probably made things. He knew he loved her, he probably loved her way more then he should but right now he felt hurt, ashamed and like everything was about to explode. Before he even knew what he was doing, he was up on his feet again, pacing the area around her bunk." You said you didn't Anna.....Why did you lie to me? We, we used to be able to tell each other everything.." But then again, he hadn't told her how bad things had gotten for him before he left, and he hadn't exactly been the best candidate for her love back then." I....I'm sorry, everything is just so upside down. I miss when we used to be able to tell each other everything. That day, I had just needed to know you loved me. Or that you at least didn't see me as the monster I had become..." He ran his fingers threw his hair before looking into her eyes, the sorrow he saw there that almost mirrored his own broke his heart.
He didn't want to be the reason for her tears anymore...
He reached out and took her hand." Come here, I'm starting to get jealous of that bear." He said attempting to be teasing before he pulled her gently to her feet, and into his arms. Wrapping his arms protectively around her, he kissed her forehead." Its all going to be okay.." He whispered gently before looking down into her stormy gray eyes, that never failed to make his heart skip a beat." You're not going to lose me this time..." He said remembering her letter, and not noticing how close they really where.
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Feb 12, 2011 19:03:33 GMT -5
Annabeth grinned. “I suppose I might be a little bit biased, but who’s counting?” She was having fun again, which was nice, and rather a surprise after how things had been going since, well, since the start of her quest. But, of course, especially in the life of a demigod, such times hardly lasted long. Only this time, it wasn’t in the form of monsters or wars or anything life-or-death like that. It was in the form of a bundle of letters. She watched hopelessly as the events unfolded, having to turn away halfway through. His question only made things all the worse though. Three words were her only response, confirming that the letter still rang true. But they were like trying to speak through a pool of molasses. And then he just had to ask for clarification! Like she hadn’t been clear enough the first time. This was torture. “Yes… that’s what I said…”
And then he just had to point the finger. Perhaps it was just the mixture of drama going on with Riley and Phobos and Percy and now Luke as well, but something snapped for a second. She glared at him through slightly moist, intense eyes. “Oh, so that didn’t apply to you all those times you told me everything was fine! Because lying is sooo much worse than betrayal and murder! Yeah. I can see just where you’re coming from! Because gods know you’ve always been perfectly honest with me, Luke Castellan! Don’t give me any of that rubbish! I freaking know it was wrong! I’ve been dwelling on it for two blasted years!” She immediately knew she’d gone too far. She pulled her feet up looked away, practically flattening the bear in the biggest hug yet.
She nodded silently, listening to his words, though her eyes didn’t leave book on her nightstand. “I miss those days, too. I want to go back to that.” She sighed and continued, “And for what it’s worth this late, I didn’t see you as a monster then. Just a hero.” He had just needed to know she loved him. And she had failed him. Sure, he had lied to her a hundred times, but that didn’t excuse this. “I’m sorry,” she said just above a whisper, though whether it was for her outburst or for lying, or for both, she didn’t know. She was too miserable with everything to even care that he was pacing, which normally would have driven her crazy by now. Or to notice that he’d stopped.
The feeling of a hand taking hers made her look up and she attempted a smile at his joke. Shifting her feet back to the floor, she stood up and gladly leaned into his embrace, holding him in return. “Yeah…” He was so quick to forgive, or at least to treat her like he did. She never had appreciated it nearly so much until now, when it stood out like a neon light against Percy’s example of random anger and grudges earlier. “I believe you…” she said quietly. Perhaps it was the stress of everything getting to her and keeping her from thinking straight, or perhaps any other number of things, but without really considering it, she leaned forward slightly and left a brief kiss on his lips.
Until realization struck her, that wonderful ‘oh s**t’ feeling. She immediately pulled away, not enough to break out of his arms, but at least break the kiss. Looking away, her face was a brilliant shade of red. She was dating Percy, jerk though he may be… and she’d just kissed Luke Castellan. She prayed to every last god who might be listening that no one found out about that. Word Count: 619 |
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Post by ϟ MOD PIKA ϟ on Feb 15, 2011 13:37:45 GMT -5
Even I believe, I'm above, saving. and I'll never, let you see I am the broken I am the bruised I am the poor ones I have been used. It takes me falling to the ground To admit to, fully needing you Then When I'm breathing my last breath "Come and save me" I will cry to you 'Cause pride has not, let me say. [/size] I am the broken, I am the bruised, I am the poor ones, I have been used
He continued pacing as she confirmed that she did love him, could she really blame him? After years of thinking that his love was one sided. It is natural for there to be a little doubt. Doubt and confusion that made him lash out a little, something he regretted almost instantly. He words stung, it was one thing for other people to accuse him of murder and betrayal (especially because he was pretty much guilty of both) but when she said it, it was like someone punching the air right out of his lungs. However he tried his best not to show any of this on his face, but his eyes always gave him away.
" I told you I was fine because I didn't want you to see me like that! I just wanted to make things better for us and everyone! and in the end it just....went wrong." Though when she brought up the betrayal and murder he visibly winced. He did his best to take a deep breath, and not lose his cool or punch the wall or something. Last thing he needed was a broken hand, or to leave a hole in the Athena cabin wall." I'm sorry Anna, for everything. For leaving, for causing you to be haunted by something you did two years ago...everything." He knew that he could probably go on for hours on what he was sorry for, but he didn't really think it all needed to be said. She knew..
" We could try and go back to that?" He suggested softly, with a weak smile. That sounded like a dream, to pick up just where they had been before. Just well, older. No Kronos, no betrayal or murder. Only Luke and Annabeth, the kids that made it to camp by the skin of their teeth and where as thick as thieves. (Literally as far as Luke was concerned.) He wanted to go back to when everything was easy, but he wasn't really sure that was possible. She loved him and even though he hadn't told her such, he loved her too. Though, if she had lied the night he died, they had loved each other longer then either of them realized. He actually smiled a little wider at what she said next." Well, that at least makes one of us.."
He pulled her gently to her feet, wrapping his arms protectively around her. Part of him hated how right that moment felt, like that was right where he belonged. Holding her, being there for her even when they had been ready to bite each others heads off not even five minutes before. Just this wasn't supposed to be where she belonged, because she was with Percy. He distracted himself from the jealousy that was now building in him by responding to her." Good, because hate to tell you this Chase. But I am pretty hard to get rid off." He said looking down into her eyes, his normal charming yet some what mischievous smile crossing his lips. However what she did next, to say it surprised him would be an understatement.
It completely, and utterly floored him....
When her lips touched his he thought for a second he had passed out again, but then he felt a small shot of pain from the fact that his lip was still swollen from Percy's punch. However Percy wasn't exactly on his mind at the moment. Totally ignoring the pain, he kissed her back without really thinking of any ramifications that could come out of it. Ramifications that didn't set in until she pulled away and he got over the initial urge to kiss her again. First thought in his mind was pretty much 'crap, I'm so going to get punched again' but as he looked down at her blushing, he thought a punch may just be worth it.
Swallowing hard he didn't let go of her but spoke in a low tone." Maybe I should go...You're not exactly yourself right now and I don't want you doing anything you will regret later." Leaving was the last thing he wanted to do and even as he said it, he couldn't find the nerve to move out of her arms. Especially when it seemed like she really needed someone, but she had just kissed him. Something she probably regretted already......even if he didn't. Yeah he probably should regret it, she had a boyfriend but all he could think was he had been in love with Annabeth for years and it felt right, even if it was wrong. At that moment all he wanted to do was go and find Percy Jackson and punch him in the jaw. Once, or twice or maybe even six times. For being an ass, making Annabeth so upset, punching him.....maybe even the way he has his hair. And for having the girl he loved, and not even seeming to realize what he really had.
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Feb 15, 2011 14:53:04 GMT -5
Annabeth continued to look away. Somehow the ‘I was doing it to help’ excuse seemed so… empty. Maybe it was that she just needed to get that out of her system. For six years, she hadn’t been able to talk to anyone about how she was really doing. She would be labeled a turncoat or a traitor or something for still holding out for Luke. And what good had it done her? Repeated near-death experiences. Sure, she was bitter to a degree. She’d trusted him, he’d lied, he hadn’t let her help him, and then he ran off and turned into a slave to Kronos. One couldn’t really go through things like that without some lasting emotional damage.
That didn’t mean she condoned taking it out on Luke. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him as he snapped back at her. She hated it when he yelled at her, even though she knew well enough that she’d started it. But when he apologized, she had to rub at her eyes. He meant it, she knew. And somehow it made her old scars slightly more tolerable. She looked up at him with a smile when he suggested they could try going back to how things once were. “I’d like that…” She willingly got up when he pulled her up and found that his embrace was about the most comfortable place she had been in since that fateful fight with Phobos. She finally felt safe and happy. Until she went and messed it up without even thinking.
And he kissed her back. She couldn’t believe it. She would have relished the moment if it weren’t for reality being a pain in the neck. She pulled away, red a brick, and muttered. “I’m sorry…” Score one for totally making a fool of herself and possibly messing up everything, if it wasn’t messed up enough as is. There was still that lingering though that he had kissed her back… What that meant exactly, she didn’t know. Maybe he wasn’t exactly himself either. Maybe she hadn’t made things as bad as she thought, or maybe she’d made them worse than she thought. It was turning into a textbook definition of being stuck between a rock and a hard place. She glanced at the ceiling. Hey, mom… if I could get some advice on what to do, I’ll offer up all my dinner tonight to you… Please? …Nothing. She shouldn’t expect anything, though. Her mom didn’t exactly approve of her choice of boyfriend to start with, so what would make her think that she could get love advice of any sort, especially considering Athena tended to consider that sort of thing a waste.
She let her arms drop back to her sides reluctantly. She hated to have driven Luke away, but she didn’t see any way to make up for it. Not without things being completely awkward, which she had a feeling they would be anyway. “Maybe…” She tried to keep her tone flat, and not looking at him helped, but there was still a hint of ‘please don’t’ hidden under her words. “I need to go report to Chiron anyway.” Now that was something she was not looking forward to. She much rather would have curled up on her bunk and tried to convince herself that it was a dream, or a nightmare, that she hadn’t failed in saving Riley, that Percy wasn’t angry with her, that things were normal. Though that would also require giving up the fact that Luke was back. She wasn’t sure what to think anymore about any of that. Word Count: 600 |
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