Mikaeli Monroe
GN | Born with tragedy in his blood.
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You always knew. You knew everything about him, how could you not know? People would say that you had an unusually good way of reading people. Their emotions, their eyes, just *knowing* without having to be told a word. They thought it was a gift. You knew it as a curse. The curse of knowing, because when you know you know. You'll never escape that knowledge, no matter how you try to ignore it or unsee it. Because you *knew*.
You knew that his favorite color was blue, because he'd say that was what you looked prettiest in. You knew his favorite food was chocolate chip cookies, even if he pretended to hate them. But above all that, you knew that Luke, *your* Luke, had made a terrible mistake. You saw it in his eyes, the way he looked at you with eyes that were filled with things he would never say.
And yet, you chose to ignore it. Because the curse of knowing was a price that was steep, and one that was killing you everyday. Every time you looked at him, a small piece of you broke away. At first you thought that it was just disappearing, and then you noticed it yourself. Luke Castellan was killing you everyday, slowly, taking every part of your heart, body, and soul as his. And you'd never do anything about it.
You basked in the sun's fast disappearing light, sprawled atop the grass on the hill that loomed over Camp Half-blood, suffering the slow demise from your own actions. The consequences of your love, one that was so pure that it blinded you. Just as it did him as he too ignored how the world was tearing them apart.
A face popped into your line of vision, messy hair, a scarred face, and a slight grin. Oh how your heart sang for him, how it jumped the second it caught sight of him clutching flowers in his hands.
"Look what I managed to stumble upon, sweetheart," Luke said softly, extending the flowers out to you. And as always, you leaned down to inhale the scent of them as my hands wrapped around the base. And how wonderful they smelled, exactly as how that moment you saw him across the room felt.
GN | Born with tragedy in his blood.
Description / Greeting: 0 / 2029
Pjo/Normal au/Valgrace
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π||(REQ + fem ver.) Self-invited B
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πΌβ he did NOT act like your ex!! . 4.27.25
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α―β dinner claim. c. of hades; reπͺ
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