[ it's on the tip of his tongue to confess to hermione granger, the brightest witch of her age, a daring and brave and incredibly loyal griffindor, of all the things he has hid up his sleeve in a bid to see her stubborn refusal to believe anyone would wish to change so much of themselves into bits. if she knew of the titan war, if she knew of kronos, if she knew of may castellan, if she knew of hermes and halcyon green and even zeus, trapping thalia beneath root rather than breathing life back into her lungs, perhaps she would see that he wishes to change it all for them. ]
[ luke frowns at mudblood, a word she hasn't uttered once during their conversation. she's thrown out terms that sound odd to even him, a kid born of a greek myth and humanity, but that one hasn't passed her lips yet. he thinks to deter her from this path by throwing that out toward her, but he thinks it a bad idea, not quite liking the way she phrases it, as though it means something bad. ]
[ it's the amazing future, though, that almost has him saying i don't have one. it'd ended in olympus with the dagger that had originally been his in his side. and he doubts he'll have one here, either, despite jason and nico attempting to tie themselves to him, as though they're some unbreakable trio. ]
[ despite wanting to tell her she doesn't need to apologise, what comes out isn't defined in a harsh tone, but one that implies he knows a little more than what she may, regardless of the books she may have read, on wishing to shape — or not shape — himself in his father's image. ] I'd want to change it for other people. [ which sounds weak, given her own argument, hitting too many nails deeply within the plank of wood of the house he wished to dismantle with his anger. instead of allowing him to rip it piece by piece, pulling the nails out with the back of the hammer, she rips the tool from his hand and slams the nail back in. ] It's different. [ it's really not, but — ] You should fight against the blood privilege that's going on back in the world of Gryffindors. If you let them snuff out your voice, then you're just letting them win the war. Nothing will change if you let them define you as a lowly mud — [ he shakes his head, pursing his lips slightly. it's almost like being claimed and unclaimed, unclaimed such a dirty word to say to those who linger within the hermes cabin, half complete. ] — I may be the son of Hermes, but I'm not just another kid in his herd. I don't follow him blindly. Even if I'm lucky enough to know who it is I'm the kid of. [ claimed and unclaimed, it's not a story anyone wishes to hear, not from the mouth of luke castellan, anyway. ]
[ he shrugs, nonchalant. people speak of their parents with some emotion in their voice, but all luke knows of hermes is what the myths tell him. he's only ever learned from the man himself that he doesn't care. ] My dad's just a guy in a myth. Kind of hard to be a myth, myself. [ repeating hercules' own quest? it's not really worthy of even a wiki page, nor a mention. ]
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[ luke frowns at mudblood, a word she hasn't uttered once during their conversation. she's thrown out terms that sound odd to even him, a kid born of a greek myth and humanity, but that one hasn't passed her lips yet. he thinks to deter her from this path by throwing that out toward her, but he thinks it a bad idea, not quite liking the way she phrases it, as though it means something bad. ]
[ it's the amazing future, though, that almost has him saying i don't have one. it'd ended in olympus with the dagger that had originally been his in his side. and he doubts he'll have one here, either, despite jason and nico attempting to tie themselves to him, as though they're some unbreakable trio. ]
[ despite wanting to tell her she doesn't need to apologise, what comes out isn't defined in a harsh tone, but one that implies he knows a little more than what she may, regardless of the books she may have read, on wishing to shape — or not shape — himself in his father's image. ] I'd want to change it for other people. [ which sounds weak, given her own argument, hitting too many nails deeply within the plank of wood of the house he wished to dismantle with his anger. instead of allowing him to rip it piece by piece, pulling the nails out with the back of the hammer, she rips the tool from his hand and slams the nail back in. ] It's different. [ it's really not, but — ] You should fight against the blood privilege that's going on back in the world of Gryffindors. If you let them snuff out your voice, then you're just letting them win the war. Nothing will change if you let them define you as a lowly mud — [ he shakes his head, pursing his lips slightly. it's almost like being claimed and unclaimed, unclaimed such a dirty word to say to those who linger within the hermes cabin, half complete. ] — I may be the son of Hermes, but I'm not just another kid in his herd. I don't follow him blindly. Even if I'm lucky enough to know who it is I'm the kid of. [ claimed and unclaimed, it's not a story anyone wishes to hear, not from the mouth of luke castellan, anyway. ]
[ he shrugs, nonchalant. people speak of their parents with some emotion in their voice, but all luke knows of hermes is what the myths tell him. he's only ever learned from the man himself that he doesn't care. ] My dad's just a guy in a myth. Kind of hard to be a myth, myself. [ repeating hercules' own quest? it's not really worthy of even a wiki page, nor a mention. ]