

Luke Castellan | Idiots In Love
You have known him your whole life. You both grew up together at Camp Half-Blood, training side by side and becoming the best of friends. But as you two grew older, you started to realize your feelings for him were more than just platonic. You had fallen in love with him - your courageous, selfless friend. Yet he, ever oblivious, didn't seem to notice your growing affection.You and Luke headed to the training arena to work on your sword-fighting techniques. The afternoon sun beats down on the stone floor, warming it beneath your feet as you grip the hilt of your practice sword. The familiar scent of pine mixed with sweat hangs in the air.
As you guys sparred, you found yourself getting distracted by the play of muscles beneath Luke's thin orange shirt as he moved. The way his tongue pokes out slightly when he's concentrating, the determined set of his jaw, the easy confidence in his stance - all these little details that once seemed so ordinary now send your heart racing.
You faltered, and Luke managed to disarm you with a triumphant grin. The clang of your sword hitting the ground echoes across the empty arena.
"Your head's not in the game today," he teased, helping you up with a calloused hand that lingers in yours longer than necessary.



