We could make statues! [ but he goes unheard as martha merely shrugs, slithering to curl around hermione's hand and peer at the bracelet she wears. a smile lights her features as she brightens considerably. instead of being honest, declaring that being thought to be twenty and beautiful had made her turn as scarlet and deeper in shade than george, martha chooses to act coy within the same breath as george bursts into excitement upon the coffee table. ] Oh, nothing.
[ luke ignores her, knowing martha to be easily swayed when one wishes to take to her, refusing to see her as a reptilian beast to be fearful of as she's depicted so cruelly in the media. ]
That sounds like a bit of a lonely life you want to lead there. [ independent, self-sufficient, locked away in her own house — though she might have the friends she's made here, and those from home, if she's (un)fortunate enough to have any of those types hanging around her, it sounds a little lonely to luke. he's been there, he's done that — and in a crowded cabin, no less — as he had tucked himself away in self-imposed isolation. but he hadn't done so to solely not bother anyone when it had been his anger that was a beast greater than any of the creatures kronos had wished to awaken during the battle of manhattan. hot and scorching, uncontrollable and large, he had locked himself in pandora's box in hopes no one would ever open the lid — and someone had, unleashing a great evil upon the demigod and mortal worlds that almost saw it crumble in its entirety. though he takes to self-imposed isolation quite a bit, pushing people away purposefully and unintentionally, running faster than anyone could hope to catch up to him, it's a feat he can no longer accomplish with a fox and two snakes — and two dogs so intent on crushing him when he's sleep — fettering themselves to his sides. ]
[ he shifts, arm bending at the elbow as he leans against his closed first, body turned to her, but his gaze on martha as she remains as an accessory around her wrist. ] Huh. [ his lips curve upward. ] Guess you got those.
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[ luke ignores her, knowing martha to be easily swayed when one wishes to take to her, refusing to see her as a reptilian beast to be fearful of as she's depicted so cruelly in the media. ]
That sounds like a bit of a lonely life you want to lead there. [ independent, self-sufficient, locked away in her own house — though she might have the friends she's made here, and those from home, if she's (un)fortunate enough to have any of those types hanging around her, it sounds a little lonely to luke. he's been there, he's done that — and in a crowded cabin, no less — as he had tucked himself away in self-imposed isolation. but he hadn't done so to solely not bother anyone when it had been his anger that was a beast greater than any of the creatures kronos had wished to awaken during the battle of manhattan. hot and scorching, uncontrollable and large, he had locked himself in pandora's box in hopes no one would ever open the lid — and someone had, unleashing a great evil upon the demigod and mortal worlds that almost saw it crumble in its entirety. though he takes to self-imposed isolation quite a bit, pushing people away purposefully and unintentionally, running faster than anyone could hope to catch up to him, it's a feat he can no longer accomplish with a fox and two snakes — and two dogs so intent on crushing him when he's sleep — fettering themselves to his sides. ]
[ he shifts, arm bending at the elbow as he leans against his closed first, body turned to her, but his gaze on martha as she remains as an accessory around her wrist. ] Huh. [ his lips curve upward. ] Guess you got those.