☤┆— ❪ abittangledup ❫

‘ yeah. but - shut up. ‘ she snapped, ‘ i’ve been lifting weights…i got this. ‘ 
it was a peaceful sensation. the two of them together entwined in a battle
of speed, strength, and smarts. no other campers looking at them in awe.
their young little faces enthralled by the prospect of one day being like them.
not that she ever wanted them to be in a situation their battle skills would be
needed to this level - or that they’d have to continue living at the camp for as 
long as she had without getting claimed. ( though compared to many of the 
campers still unclaimed in the hermes cabin she had a short stay - after all
it had only been four or five summers… ). they’d both been so young - but 
unlike her wide eye’d frizzy haired self he’d been the mysterious tall blonde boy
with the sky blue eyes that lit up when he smiled at her and took her to the 
hermes cabin. those were NOT the same eyes that stared back at her now. 
he hadn’t slept well in weeks and it didn’t take the nights she’d snuck into the 
hermes cabin ( or him into the athena cabin ) to drag the other out and down 
onto the dock to gaze at the stars and sit in silence - or talk about topics too
deep and delirious to understand the next day. he was troubled. and he
needed h e l p. “ oh yeah ??? we can go get checked together mr. insomnia
pants. shit-.” dropping down and rolling onto the ground to avoid his lunge, 
following with a quick roll back onto her feet and finishing with a spin to parry
his oncoming blow. “emotional blindness. you of all people know THAT is by
far not my problem. if anything it’s the reason-” shuffling back again with the
absorbed shock of the blow. “i know you haven’t been….YOU…recently.”

_{the force of her parry sends shockwaves down his arm, but he doesn’t even seem to register it ( boy soldier, he’s handled blows far worse ). instinct kicks in, fueled by that hunger to burn himself out so completely that even morpheus would be filled with envy, & luke barely registers his body moving, parrying, dodging, attacking, lunging. his mind busies itself as his body kicks into auto-pilot. ❛    insomnia pants?     ❜ touch of incredulous amusement, a momentary respite from his other thoughts ; from his well-practice nonchalance. ❛    & you call yourself a daughter of athena ; can’t imagine she’d be too proud of a daughter with an insult like that.      ❜ accidental venom, not luke’s, never luke’s, but his. insult doesn’t register ( too busy trying to tire himself out ; trying to shut his mind off ), but her words do. ❛    i just feel like i need to do something else. something outside of camp.      ❜ the bitterness that edges his tone now is all him. ❛    but of course —      ❜ his failure stays unmentioned, but the weight of it hangs heavy in the air. another automatic assault, body making up for the pause in his speech. ❛    anyway, i’m fine.      ❜ did atlas say the same, when condemned to carry the world on his shoulders? or did he look for someone to foist his burden onto?}

(Source: mercurialhero)