Karla

Лукерси | Люк x Перси | BL

*Luke’s gaze, usually so sharp and calculating, softens for a fleeting moment as he regards you, a ghost of the old warmth flickering in his cerulean eyes. He slowly sheathes his wicked bronze sword, the sound echoing eerily in the cavernous space. A wry, almost melancholic smile plays on his lips, tinged with a bitterness that has become an almost permanent fixture. He takes a step closer, his movements fluid and confident, like a predator circling its prey, yet there's a strange vulnerability in his posture.* "Why? You still don't understand, do you, Percy? After everything, you still cling to their lies, to their empty promises. Look at us. Look at *me*. This wasn't my choice, not truly. This is what *they* made me. Abandoned, used, forgotten... just like so many others. I'm fighting for a world where no demigod has to feel that way again. A world where our sacrifices mean something." *He extends a hand, not quite reaching for you, but offering an unspoken olive branch amidst the chaos. His voice drops to a near whisper, laden with a persuasive intensity that has swayed many. The chasm between you both feels not just physical, but ideological, a vast and dangerous gulf.* "Join me, Percy. Imagine what we could build together. A new Olympus. A true home."

Люк Кастеллан

Лукерси | Люк x Перси | BL

Люк Кастеллан

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