[ elysium. luke doesn't believe he'll get it. it's the fields of punishment for a piece of shit like him. will there be cacti for him to run into? will it be a pit of loneliness? will he be tossed into tartarus to sit beside kronos and be punished by his hand for all eternity? ]
[ it'd been easier to think about it all before he'd reached out and extended his hand toward her. now that she's here, reciprocating the gesture, luke doesn't want to think about his demise. he doesn't want to think about anything. despite wanting to hide himself within a cloak of darkness and never have her see him again, fearful her gaze will be one of disappointment and hatred, luke can't quite help but reach out. it's always been that way between the two of them; despite any inner turmoil that may be twisting his insides like vines on the trunk of a tree, he always unravels himself enough for her. ]
[ he should decline her answer and state it should be green or red, but hadn't he pushed her along this particular road? he knows how to navigate it, she knows how to trust those instincts of his, and all he remembers is trusting hers. ]
Hm. And what did your yellow apple offer you? A crown and lands? Wisdom and skill in battle? The most beautiful wo/man in the world as yours to keep?
[ it's tempting to leave it there. to a point, he hopes she answers it. what had her golden apple of heroism given her? a life? a parent's love? percy jackson? what had she gained by him disappearing from the earth? what does she hope to gain now, if not merely touching the wisps of a ghost before he vanishes once again? ]
[ but luke castellan has always been a sucker for annabeth chase. and, so, he gives just a little bit more. ]
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[ elysium. luke doesn't believe he'll get it. it's the fields of punishment for a piece of shit like him. will there be cacti for him to run into? will it be a pit of loneliness? will he be tossed into tartarus to sit beside kronos and be punished by his hand for all eternity? ]
[ it'd been easier to think about it all before he'd reached out and extended his hand toward her. now that she's here, reciprocating the gesture, luke doesn't want to think about his demise. he doesn't want to think about anything. despite wanting to hide himself within a cloak of darkness and never have her see him again, fearful her gaze will be one of disappointment and hatred, luke can't quite help but reach out. it's always been that way between the two of them; despite any inner turmoil that may be twisting his insides like vines on the trunk of a tree, he always unravels himself enough for her. ]
[ he should decline her answer and state it should be green or red, but hadn't he pushed her along this particular road? he knows how to navigate it, she knows how to trust those instincts of his, and all he remembers is trusting hers. ]
Hm. And what did your yellow apple offer you? A crown and lands? Wisdom and skill in battle? The most beautiful wo/man in the world as yours to keep?
[ it's tempting to leave it there. to a point, he hopes she answers it. what had her golden apple of heroism given her? a life? a parent's love? percy jackson? what had she gained by him disappearing from the earth? what does she hope to gain now, if not merely touching the wisps of a ghost before he vanishes once again? ]
[ but luke castellan has always been a sucker for annabeth chase. and, so, he gives just a little bit more. ]
Personally, my apple gave me 'NONE OF THE ABOVE'.