percy jackson. (luke/percy.)
broken by the bitterness of loneliness. | luke/percy (percy jackson).
pg. | au. movie based. | 794 words.
He's already come down this way once before, just to see if there would be any sign of Luke. He wants to quash the feeling inside him that he killed Luke. He doesn't want that to even be a possibility. There's some noble part of him that wants to believe there's still a chance to save the other male.
Summer had come and gone all too quickly for Percy's liking and he found himself back at home and shuffled into another 'special' school. He scoffs at the idea as he walks along the sidewalk, dragging his feet, and not paying any attention to where he is until he steps out on the dock.
He's not sure what made him come down this way. He's already come down this way once before, just to see if there would be any sign of Luke. He wants to quash the feeling inside him that he killed Luke. He doesn't want that to even be a possibility. There's some noble part of him that wants to believe there's still a chance to save the other male.
He's sitting on the edge of the dock, legs dangling towards the water as he peers out across it, when something catches the light out of the corner of his eye. And before his brain can react and tell him that it's probably just glass, he's already up and making his way across the dock so he can get a closer look at whatever it is.
Gripping tightly onto the wooden dock with one hand, he leans down with the other and tries to get a hold of whatever it is reflecting the light, but it's just inches from reach. With a glance over his shoulder to see if anyone is watching, he focuses on the water, watching it rise up in the rocks and as it reaches the object in the water, he realizes what it is. Luke's armor.
He finally gets it from under the rocks and up on the dock, his fingers tracing over the leather for any signs of serious damage and he breathes a soft sigh of relief. There's no serious damage, so unless Luke drowned and someone removed the armor after the fact, that means Luke's alive.
"I was hoping no one would find those."
Percy nearly falls over from where he's crouched above the armor. He twists so fast he's surprised he doesn't have whiplash as he straightens himself to his full height, hand automatically flying to his pocket for the pen that he carries everywhere. "Luke."
A faint grin takes over the older teen's features and he holds his hands up in a sign of peace, "No need for the sword, Percy." There's a glint in Luke's eyes that Percy has begun to associate with all of the Hermes' children. Mischief. Generally not the type that one wants to be on the receiving end of.
Luke takes a step forwards, which Percy counters with a step back, holding in a gulp when he realizes he's already at the edge. A chuckle comes from somewhere in Luke's throat as he spreads his arms out, "Where's your protector, Percy?" He asks, a cruel edge in his voice that Percy nearly shudders at.
The brunette squares his shoulders, bringing himself to his full height, which is still nearly four inches shorter than Luke, but somehow standing like this makes him feel better. That and the water under the dock he's standing on seems to bring some familiarity and comfort both. "What do you want, Luke?"
Dropping his arms to his sides, Luke takes another step forwards and another, until Percy's only option of escape is to jump back into the water, but somehow Luke knows the younger teen wouldn't. "What do I want?" He asks, voice dangerously low and bordering on near insanity.
Percy feels the shift in everything and somehow Luke has the upper hand on things just by simply standing there.
Luke leans down, crowding Percy in even though there's nothing behind him. "You think you know what I want, don't you?" His breaths come in hot bursts in Percy's ear and he tries not to shiver.
He opens his mouth to respond, but Luke straightens and backs up some, shaking his head. "I don't want power."
"Alright, Luke, what is it that you want?" Percy doesn't want Luke to be angry, he wants Luke to talk.
Luke frowns and his eyebrows push together, and Percy wonders why someone would have to think about what the want. The blond lets out a defeated sigh and his head hangs down. "I don't know."
Percy frowns a little and looks away, trying to pick the words to say. "Well," he starts and absently licks his lips, "how about we try and figure it out?"
The older male seems to consider this thought, his frown lessening but his eyebrows still furrowed. "Uh," he draws it out some, obviously running the possibility through his mind, "Alright."
A soft relieved sigh escapes Percy's lips as he nods, a light smile flickering across his lips. "Let's do it."
pg. | au. movie based. | 794 words.
He's already come down this way once before, just to see if there would be any sign of Luke. He wants to quash the feeling inside him that he killed Luke. He doesn't want that to even be a possibility. There's some noble part of him that wants to believe there's still a chance to save the other male.
Summer had come and gone all too quickly for Percy's liking and he found himself back at home and shuffled into another 'special' school. He scoffs at the idea as he walks along the sidewalk, dragging his feet, and not paying any attention to where he is until he steps out on the dock.
He's not sure what made him come down this way. He's already come down this way once before, just to see if there would be any sign of Luke. He wants to quash the feeling inside him that he killed Luke. He doesn't want that to even be a possibility. There's some noble part of him that wants to believe there's still a chance to save the other male.
He's sitting on the edge of the dock, legs dangling towards the water as he peers out across it, when something catches the light out of the corner of his eye. And before his brain can react and tell him that it's probably just glass, he's already up and making his way across the dock so he can get a closer look at whatever it is.
Gripping tightly onto the wooden dock with one hand, he leans down with the other and tries to get a hold of whatever it is reflecting the light, but it's just inches from reach. With a glance over his shoulder to see if anyone is watching, he focuses on the water, watching it rise up in the rocks and as it reaches the object in the water, he realizes what it is. Luke's armor.
He finally gets it from under the rocks and up on the dock, his fingers tracing over the leather for any signs of serious damage and he breathes a soft sigh of relief. There's no serious damage, so unless Luke drowned and someone removed the armor after the fact, that means Luke's alive.
"I was hoping no one would find those."
Percy nearly falls over from where he's crouched above the armor. He twists so fast he's surprised he doesn't have whiplash as he straightens himself to his full height, hand automatically flying to his pocket for the pen that he carries everywhere. "Luke."
A faint grin takes over the older teen's features and he holds his hands up in a sign of peace, "No need for the sword, Percy." There's a glint in Luke's eyes that Percy has begun to associate with all of the Hermes' children. Mischief. Generally not the type that one wants to be on the receiving end of.
Luke takes a step forwards, which Percy counters with a step back, holding in a gulp when he realizes he's already at the edge. A chuckle comes from somewhere in Luke's throat as he spreads his arms out, "Where's your protector, Percy?" He asks, a cruel edge in his voice that Percy nearly shudders at.
The brunette squares his shoulders, bringing himself to his full height, which is still nearly four inches shorter than Luke, but somehow standing like this makes him feel better. That and the water under the dock he's standing on seems to bring some familiarity and comfort both. "What do you want, Luke?"
Dropping his arms to his sides, Luke takes another step forwards and another, until Percy's only option of escape is to jump back into the water, but somehow Luke knows the younger teen wouldn't. "What do I want?" He asks, voice dangerously low and bordering on near insanity.
Percy feels the shift in everything and somehow Luke has the upper hand on things just by simply standing there.
Luke leans down, crowding Percy in even though there's nothing behind him. "You think you know what I want, don't you?" His breaths come in hot bursts in Percy's ear and he tries not to shiver.
He opens his mouth to respond, but Luke straightens and backs up some, shaking his head. "I don't want power."
"Alright, Luke, what is it that you want?" Percy doesn't want Luke to be angry, he wants Luke to talk.
Luke frowns and his eyebrows push together, and Percy wonders why someone would have to think about what the want. The blond lets out a defeated sigh and his head hangs down. "I don't know."
Percy frowns a little and looks away, trying to pick the words to say. "Well," he starts and absently licks his lips, "how about we try and figure it out?"
The older male seems to consider this thought, his frown lessening but his eyebrows still furrowed. "Uh," he draws it out some, obviously running the possibility through his mind, "Alright."
A soft relieved sigh escapes Percy's lips as he nods, a light smile flickering across his lips. "Let's do it."