𝖆 𝖘𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖉, 𝖆 𝖘𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖉 ...

luke castellan. follows from nlghtlocked.

[kronoscrvwned]

                                             ind. mutuals only. selective.                                             book-canon luke castellan                                                                verses

                              adored &&. shaped by eliza ( 26, she/her, gmt )                                     triggers and dark themes will be present                                           open to shipping with chemistry.                                 this is a sideblog. follows from nlghtlocked.

[arch-dieangelo]

          bottom line is that he's scared.  all he's known is fear since percy jackson told him news that he can't bear to repeat.  when the sun has long set and he huddles in a too-big jacket for warmth , he tries to form words that convey that his only family is dead.  all that comes out is rattled breath.  the dead lurk beside him , near corporeal , and the shadows stretch for his attention.  none of this makes sense , none of this was in the rules of that stupid card game he liked.

          and here , luke castellan doesn't scare him , not on his own at least.  so the guy has a dagger.  both of nico's hands wrap around the hilt of a blade forged in the river styx , black as a nightmare and wickedly sharp.  he spent time with skeletons learning how to use the weapon , but percy had told him how capable of a swordsman luke was.  the other demigod has over half a foot in height and definitely further range on him.  nico has his underworldly abilities.  is that enough to protect him in a fight , if it came down to it  ?  does he even have anything worth fighting for  ?

          the grin unnerves nico , and he tries his best not to show it.  lowers his eyes so that his gaze is trained on the dagger , hands tightening on his own sword until his knuckles go white.  he speaks correctly.  he was loyal  —  or something close to it to percy.  then the son of poseidon went back on his promise and his sister died.  there wasn't even a body and now he can't even summon her.  his father is hades  !  malevolent spirits respond to him when he calls on them , but she won't.  was it wrong for him to trust her too  ?  after all , she did abandon him for the hunters.  nico shakes his head , overgrown hair falling in front of his eyes.     "     but you want mine  ?  i'm not loyal to anyone.  not you.  not them.  you won't gain it by threats.     "

[kronoscrvwned]

There was something unsettling about the kid. Luke was used to unsettling - Hades, he was the one who made people step back nowadays, something indistinguishably off about the pallour of his skin that had once been surfer-tanned, an identifiable whiff of predator that caught regular mortals off-guard. He had noticed even the monsters drawing away from his touch as the coffin grew brighter and Kronos's touch in the back of his mind became more insistent, determined. So it was nothing new, to look at someone and feel your stomach turn over: what was disturbing was that it wasn't his own reflection in front of him, but the child.

The boy was just a child - but the Gods never allowed their children to have childhoods, did they? Luke estimated di Angelo was about the age Annabeth had been when Thalia and he had found her in that alley way, give or take a few years and allowing for the fact that Annabeth was Annabeth. He had certainly not been a child at fourteen; perhaps he never had been. He had been dragged up, not raised.

"Threats?" he echoed, touching the edge of the dagger to the pad of his thumb once again. "I make no threats."

That was mostly the truth. He had no use for di Angelo dead - if he even could die. Luke was in the dark, no pun intended, about the Sons of Hades; how much his father cared for him, the influence he had over the dead, even his own vulnerability were all blank spaces in Luke's mental file, and he hated that. The sword had some heft to it, drinking in all the shadows about them, drawing the eye in a hypnotic swirl, but it wasn't the sword that was the threat; di Angelo wasn't Percy, and there was no one else who could beat Luke in a fair fight. It was the fact that he couldn't guarantee the fight would be fair.

His eyebrows quirked. The kid spoke truly. Did he want his loyalty, or merely his collaboration? What was the difference, anyway, between loyalty freely given, and dedication brought on by fear. He shrugged. "I'm not asking to be your friend, Nico. This is a business proposition, if you're old enough to hear it." He twisted the dagger in his hand and gestured with it out of the slender porthole of the Princess Andromeda. When they had found the boy he had had him imprisoned, but the room was not a cell, and there was a view outside of the grey choppy waves, and the greyer sky beyond. "Out there there's nothing for you. Trust me, I know what it's like, faced with all their...golden spires." His face twisted, bringing his scar into ugly relief. "I doubt they protected you. They don't do well with shadows."

[nlghtlocked]

hi guys! sorry i've been so silent my adhd has been appalling & my asoiaf multi has been basically the only place i've been active. still love annie though & hopefully things are lessening mental health wise so i'll be able to be on more often!

[antigonick]

“DIONYSOS: I came to thrill you, Thebes. Don’t doubt I will. Here’s what you’ll need: fawnskin, thyrsos, absolute submission.”

— Euripides, Bakkhai (trans. by Anne Carson)

[antigonick]

“PENTHEUS: Well, stranger, you’re not bad-looking. Obvious why you appeal to women — and that’s your main demographic in Thebes, am I right? With that long flowing hair I can see you’re no wrestler! Indoor man, am I right? Like to keep your skin white, out of the daylight, soft to the touch — whose touch is it you dream of in those long afternoons, those dim back bedrooms? But no—”

— Euripides, Bakkhai (trans. by Anne Carson)

[kronoscrvwned]

obviously I am procrastinating this essay right now (12 hours 45 minutes exactly until due time!) but I'm thinking about Luke & the epic cycles & frothing at the mouth. he really was taught to think he would be achilles and herakles and theseus when in reality he's polynices killing his brother & dying outside the city walls & left for the carrion crows. he's agamemnon sacrificing iphigenia and medea killing her own children because jason made her leave her home and is leaving her and he's ajax, killing himself out of shame. and don't even MENTION hektor to me I don't think I can cope with hektor and luke in the same sentence. tfw you grew up on the tales of herakles's trials but no one ever told you he was doing penance for the brutal murder of his wife and children and when you find that out life makes a lot more sense to you hehe

[ojibwa]

[twinnedpeaks]

journal excerpt, july first

[memesomething]

high pain tolerance starters

“[Name], you’re bleeding.”

“How long has it been like that?”

“Did you dislocate a finger?”

“You’re slurring.”

“They say you almost died. You left it that late.”

“You’re snapping. Headache again?”

“You’re in a bad mood. Are you in pain?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Hey, why are you walking like that?”

“That’s a lot of swelling.”

“Where did you get that bruise?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“When you say your pain’s ‘4 out of 10′, that’s a normal person’s ‘8 out of 10′. We’re going to the hospital.”

“How did you not notice?!”

“If it hurts, it hurts.”

“I know you can manage it, you just don’t *have* to.”

“Holy shit, how long have you had this?!”

“[Name]? [Name]! Hey!”

“We’re a team. You need to tell me about this sort of thing.”

“That’s … a lot of blood, is that - oh, fuck.”

“Hey! Hey! Stay awake, okay? Stay awake.”

“It would have been a lot easier to treat if you’d mentioned it sooner.”

“You can’t keep hiding this stuff.”

“I need to be able to trust you to tell me when you’re hurt.”

[poetsonart]

Be with me always-take any form-drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

John Everett Millais, Speak! Speak! (1895) // Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (1847)

[thcmasrhett]

“Memories are sharp. They bite. I have spent most of my life trying to grow a thicker skin just to make sure I would not bleed out whenever I felt those teeth scrape up against me.”

— i’ll bite the hands that feed me, Grace Moloney (via amouthfulloflove)

[kronoscrvwned]

once upon a time i was @herculaean && I do miss that blog so much but also. it got so overwhelming & also you know. life. trying to resist the temptation to bring it back tbh

[kronoscrvwned]

❛ dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. ❜  /  @dieangelo

"Well, at least you aren't stupid."

There was a small strand of hope in that. Stupidity, Luke had learned, was one of the key motivations behind refusal, and he very much did not want a refusal from the son of Hades. One of the motivations, but not the only one. Percy Jackson was stupid - brave, of course, but bravery could be caused by stupidity, and in Percy's case it certainly was. Annabeth, on the other hand...

Luke shook away the thought of Annabeth; nowadays it felt like a physical pain inside him, a grating of metal on metal, like the grinding of sword on sword. It set his teeth on edge, and he gritted them together, as if he could neutralise the guilt through sheer force of will. The constant pressure at the base of his skull was worse today, more insistent, the clawing fingers burying themselves deeper in the muscles of his shoulders, his neck. The weight of the dagger in his hands was comforting, solid, the handle and grip worn smooth through years of use, and when he flipped it, caught it, it brought him back down to earth. A small reminder of skill. He managed a grin, more sharp-toothed, arrogant than he had intended. He had decided on charm, but charm came slowly these days.

"There are benefits, you know. You don't need to abandon hope so easily." The dagger was sending the wrong message to the kid, but Luke found he couldn't sheathe it, testing the edge with the calloused pad of his finger. "What have you ever gained from loyalty?"

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  non - halloween  themed  dialogue  prompts  for  all  your  slashers,  final  girls,  and  other  horrors  beyond  your  comprehension.  trigger  warning  for  dark  themes.  feel  free  to  edit  as  you  seem  fit.  ) 

❛ it’s the silence that scares me. ❜

❛ i’m every nightmare you ever had. ❜

❛ i want to see your true face. ❜

❛ one way or another, you’re going to die tonight. ❜

❛ just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not already here. ❜

❛ by the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it. ❜

❛ you’re playing a dangerous game here, girl. ❜

❛ i’m playing the villain, just like you wanted. ❜

❛ i won’t give up on you, i know you’re worth it! ❜

❛ scream all you want. no one will hear you. ❜

❛ what are you going to do to me? ❜

❛ there you are, my darling! ❜

❛ i knew you would come back to me. ❜

❛ don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you? ❜

❛ i’m going to send you back to hell where you came from! ❜

❛ you can’t keep me here forever! ❜

❛ how are you still alive? i killed you! ❜

❛ sometimes human spaces make inhuman monsters. ❜

❛ please. why don’t you just let me go? ❜

❛ this missing poster has your face on it. ❜

❛ that wasn’t so bad, was it? ❜

❛ what’s wrong, you don’t trust me? ❜

❛ i know a lot about you. more than you think. ❜

❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜

❛ we could have been beautiful together. ❜

❛ when you think you’re alone, someone watches. ❜

❛ rest while you can, because i will hunt you and eat you whole. ❜

❛ what you want is very wrong. ❜

❛ you look so pretty all tied up like this. ❜

❛ what, you like to watch? you goddamn sicko. ❜

❛ god isn’t here. god doesn’t even know about this place. ❜

❛ there is something at work in my soul which i do not understand. ❜

❛ i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work. ❜

❛ you know what they say, an eye for an eye. ❜

❛ why don’t you scream for me? ❜

❛ are you… smelling me? ❜

❛ we’re going to die out here. ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of anything. not anymore. ❜

❛ we will be what everyone wants to be. perfect. ❜

❛ no offense, but i think you might be just a little too crazy for me. ❜

❛ we all go a little mad sometimes. ❜

❛ the harder i try to escape, the further i get into this awful place. ❜

❛ this was not how it was supposed to go! ❜

❛ this is the end of your little game. i win. ❜

❛ don’t leave me! i can’t be alone! ❜

❛ no one is coming for you. ❜

❛ you hide. and i’ll try to find you. sound fun? ❜

❛ fuck this place. seriously, just fuck this place. ❜

❛ what’s the matter, honey? you’ve barely touched your dinner. ❜

❛ don’t be afraid. dying is much easier than living. ❜

❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. ❜

❛ let’s get you some clothes before i get too turned on. ❜

❛ you weren’t putting that tongue to use anyway. ❜

❛ shall i drink your blood fresh, or slice your neck and spill it out first? ❜

❛ dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. ❜

[kronoscrvwned]

realised that I started this blog very enthusiastically but now like. I should probably reread the books. just got so overwhelmed with luke castellan fever that I forgot that I have the memory of a goldfish.

[primulaceas]

Saeed Jones, How We Fight for Our Lives

[kronoscrvwned]

tag drop ! pt one ;