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Post by Annabeth Chase on Jan 15, 2012 6:58:56 GMT -5
 once upon a time, you made it all better[/font][/i][/size] return to a time when nothing ever mattered[/center] She's been avoiding it as long as she could. I mean, could you really blame the girl? First she gets shoved by Thalia sacrificing herself so they could get to camp, so of course Annabeth, whose only known both her and Luke for most of her life would cling on to Luke, Luke who had been a big brother, a best friend and her pillar of strength ever since she had been seven. Luke who she always looked to for help and advice, because she just couldn't bring herself to trust any of the other campers more. Luke who she would put her life in to his hands. Except look what happened when she did, she ended up getting captured and tortured by Atlas. Which thirteen year old girl could 'boast' that she's literally held the world on her shoulders anyway?
And as much as she would never admit it (especially when Percy asked her. Please, she, admit she was weak? Lies.), it hurt inside, to see Luke each time Kronos summoned him and saw how he didn't bat an eye when she so obviously was straining under the literal weight of the world. Did he not care? That she could die and he wouldn't feel a thing? These questions had ran through her head almost perpetually, because really while you're busy trying not to get squashed by the sky, you have little else to do.
But she was digressing. In her black skinny jeans, the ends of which tucked in her black boots, the girl shrugged off her jacket, leaving only a simple camp shirt on, and ran a hand through her loose, messy blonde hair. When was the last time she brushed it? God knows, after the first few days when she had collapsed on pure exhaustion, Annabeth could hardly sleep. Not that she didn't want to, but who could sleep when you're perpetually terrorized of being back at Atlas's place? Anyone say to her that they're bogged down by the weight of the world, and she'll give them a knuckle sandwich now. Weight is currently a touchy issue with her.
Smiling as the previous guards started to ease up at her presence, Annabeth took a deep breathe. She had put this off long enough. First few days she had used her weariness as an excuse, and then for a couple of days after that she had reports to give Chiron, stories to tell so that was her excuse. Today however, she seemed to have run clear of excuses, so here she was - taking her afternoon shift at guarding their prisoner.
Her hand shook as she lay her fingers on the door handle. Why? Annabeth cursed inwardly and willed them to stop shivering. Once, in a time Annabeth could've sworn was a dream, she would've ran to Luke's side. Now? Now she feared even seeing him. Scared that in his eyes, she would see Kronos, the titan she had come to know and fear in her days with Atlas. She would see the cold pair of orbs looking at her, probably didn't even care if she lived or died. That the big brother she once knew would be dead and gone to the world. But reality is,she had to face it, and Annabeth was nothing if not logical. For one last time, she cursed herself for being too prideful to ask Percy accompany her for her guard duty, before entering.
Her chest ached at the sight of him. Dissapointment, pain at his betrayal, everything surged to the forefront, and her stormy gray eyes mirrored the hurt she felt at his rejection, at how he didn't lift a finger to save her from her misery captive by Atlas. 'Say something. Don't act like you're affected, Chase' her prideful part scolded, but her throat seemed choked. What else could she say? He would've been an idiot if he didn't know that his actions had hurt Annabeth. Besides, her eyes was like windows to her soul, every sliver of pain flickering in her silver gray orbs as she left the doors opened, trusting the satyr guards outside, moving to stand next to a table. For minutes, her eyes never left him, before she finally looked away, running another hand through her mussed up hair, and turned her gaze outside the dusty window. What else could she say? It was futile, and she'd rather not.
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Post by Luke Castellan on Jan 17, 2012 7:16:28 GMT -5
After all the lies that I made you believe
Guilt kicks in and I start to see
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The whole Atlas situation had been a complete and utter mess. The entire bit had been mostly Kronos's idea, Luke had merely acted his part. If there was one moment when he had been himself, and hadn't been acting, it would have been when he was holding up the sky and calling to Annabeth. Though, tricking her under it, and keeping her there, had only added to his dead demeanor. Luke hated having to leave her there, but there was no way to relieve her, and he knew that Kronos would have his head if he had shown his compassion and gone back under to give her a break. Naturally he had to act cold towards her, and hardly even look at her during this time. It only made things easier. The Titan Lord was already finding small ways to mentally torture him into serving him properly. If he even gave a small hint that he cared for Annabeth, then he would surely be done. Then Jackson and the others showed up and freed her, and he had been relieved that she had been okay. Of course, Luke had shown a small moment of desperation, because one more screw up on his part and he was going to be Kronos's next home, and he ended up Camp Half-blood's new resident. How could he even start telling her this? That was easy; Luke couldn't tell her anything without Kronos finding out. He was going to have to keep up his cold and distant act, and well, he should just be getting used to that by now.
A sigh quietly left him as he rested his head against the wall. Today had been stretching out slowly, as if it was laughing at him for taking so long to pass. The hours were going by so slowly, that when he heard someone approach, he was slightly relieved that maybe he could leave this forsaken room, or maybe talk to someone. It didn't matter if he would become snarky, or if the conversation pissed him off again. It would be a way to pass the time. However, when the person hesitated at the door, he knew in an instant that it wasn't Thalia. When the door opened, and the blonde girl stepped in, his second guess had been confirmed. Luke's eyes found the grey streak hiding amongst her messy hair, and he had to look away from her. It was almost as if everything was hitting him just now. Before he had blamed Kronos for Annabeth's suffering. He had blamed the Titan Lord for nearly everything he had done, if he didn't blame the Gods. Now, though, he clearly knew that it was his decisions that landed him here, with or without someone else's influence. He could have defied Kronos and given the girl a break every so often; who really cared what happened to Luke at this point? He had to stop going back and forth on all this. Either he regretted everything, or it had been necessary to make the Gods pay. But she and Thalia were like his family, and they were the ones suffering.
When he finally looked back at her, she had looked away; Luke had felt her eyes on him from the moment she entered the room. He could see how focused she now was on the window, how troubled she had gotten. Suddenly he couldn't believe how stupid he had been. The girl was thirteen, there was no need to be getting her involved in this wicked game of lies and betrayl. Another sigh left him, this one being more disappointed in himself. He had let her down, Luke knew this. Wasn't that what he had told himself when he left camp years ago? If he did this, he would be disappointing, and possibly hurting everyone that knew him. At the time he had been fine with that, no one understood him anyway. No one understood him now, either, but seeing the results of his actions – especially with Annabeth – was starting to sober him up a bit. “Glad to see you're okay,” For the most part, that is. Luke knew she wouldn't be on the inside; who was if they had dealt with him? “That Jackson kid, too.” He wasn't sure what that statement was for. Maybe the way he said it was supposed to make her feel a bit better, maybe laugh; but that was a long shot. Maybe he just wanted to voice that his dislike for the kid was still here. Maybe because of what happened with Thalia, and just seeing Annabeth was starting to make him doubt any of his decisions.
TAGGED ?! Annabeth~
COUNT ?! seven-nine-five, 795
NOTES ?! He was supposed to be angry, that was my plan. But then I started writing, and Luke kept relating to Annabeth and he just ended up regretful and guilty >_>;
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Jan 17, 2012 11:38:10 GMT -5
once upon a time, you made it all better [/font][/i][/size] return to a time when nothing ever mattered[/center] The blue sky, the rather large expanse of the camp grounds, everything beckoned to her to get out. But Annabeth was sure anywhere was better then being in where she was now, and for half a minute she debated with the idea of asking Grover take over for her, so she could just get away, maybe grab Percy and go for a swim in the lake or something. Anything was better then feeling the palpable tension in the air. Though sometimes Annabeth wondered if maybe she imagined it all, maybe she was the only one who thought that he actually would care how she was, how she felt after the whole ridiculous debacle. Heck for all she knew he was having fun watching her distress. Annabeth didn't know anymore. Didn't know who the Luke who sat behind her currently was, and she didn't even wnat to try knowing.
Because believe it or not, tough nut Annabeth who fought for her own life at the age of seven, who began using a knife and fought demons before she even turned ten, was now scared to face Luke Castellan. She wanted to preserve the memory of the Luke who told her to keep her teeth clean, fed her and kept her safe, not the Luke who could watch her hold the sky up and not bat an eyelash. A ironic smirk curled her lips as she flicked a stray strand of her blonde hair away. How many days since she had cared how her hair lookd like? Everyday she just tied it up in the messy ponytail, messier then ever as the days went by. For a second, Annabeth remembered how Thalia and Luke used to religiously remind her to brush her hair every night. What had happened to the family they promised to give her?
As scared as she was though, Annabeth was still stubborn. Stubborn and prideful, she refused to let a single speck of her heartache show, her dissapointment over his betrayal give way. So knowing how her gray eyes gave her away, she turned away, only to have her heart hitch in her throat when he spoke. Ironic isn't it, she's been at Atlas's place for so long and she barely heard his voice. They haven't spoken in what, a year? Two? She stopped keeping track. His words wrenched a sarcastic laugh from her, one that even as they left her lips, the girl herself knew was meant to hurt rather then portray joy. "Why?" she rasped out, her voice dry, as if she hadn't used it for days. Not trusting herself to turn to him, she remained by the window. But her fingers had reached the sill, and they curled tightly around the wooden frame. If one could see her eyes, you would see how they swirled with emotion, each battling with each other to win, a battle Annabeth felt right in her chest. "You don't care."
And that was what hurt the most wasn't it? That he no longer cared. Once upon a time, she would've trusted Thalia and Luke with her life. Now she still trusted Thalia, and if she was forced to it, she would admit that she would trust Percy with it too. But Luke? Hah, she could almost laugh at the idea now. "You left me at Kronos's mercy for months without caring." her words continued, each syllable hollow and practically vibrated with the betrayal she felt. "You wouldn't have cared if I died." Her voice shook, for that one hurt most of all. That she could've died under the weight of the sky, and Luke wouldn't care at all.
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