Hey! My first attempt at Thuke! Set between Titan's curse and Sea of monsters.
Um, there's one swear, just a head up…
Disclaimer: Would I sit here doing this if I was Rick Riordan!? No, I'd be working on the last Olympian!
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"Give her some time…" She requested. "She'll come around seaweed brain…"
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"That's great! Now, one more detail. Where's Luke?" Annabeth flinched, mourning at his mention.
"…"
"Oh, gods. He's not…Dead…Is…is he?"
"NO!" She placed a pitiful hand on her shoulder. "But he's not exactly on our…'Team' anymore…" they waited for their eyebrows to disintegrate; instead, the dining pavilion was filled with cold laughter, echoing against all in its path to taunt Annabeth and Percy.
"Seriously, you can come out of the bushes now Luke…"
"That was no joke…" Annabeth retracted her burnt index finger from her friend, who now seethed with anger as electricity the shade of her eyes, surged around her.
"You mean…" They nodded solemnly; well, Annabeth did anyways…
"That bastard!"
"Thalia-"
"No! He's going to get a shock when he next encounters me! Until then…" her shoulders slumped in defeat, finding no energy to be physically furious.
""I…need to…be, alone…I'll see you guys tomorrow…"
She sprinted off into the distance, unbeknownst to them, salty mascara fused tears streamed down her cheeks, settling on the dewy fields of the morning and into the strawberry fields.
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Presently, she took refuge from the truth, refusing to believe the 'lies' she had just been fed. Luke wasn't always happy with his dad, but would he stoop so low? They didn't even try to soften the blow! He would never…They'd gotten so close… He was the one who she allowed to steal her first kiss, and as she traced her finger along her bottom lip, she felt violated.
"Why'd you do it?" She mumbled as if he was with her. "What made you…Want…-?"
"You could have grown with us, but instead, you were robbed of five years of your life-"
"Luke!" She spat, wielding her spear in her hand with shakiness, finally bringing herself to point it at his windpipe.
"So I guess you joined the titans…I hope you're happy…" She concentrated on crooked blades of grass from down the hill, as if they were having a conversation with her.
"On the contrary, the rewards are far greater with us, now if you-"
"-I won't! Now what do you want backstabber." The word dispersed from her mouth like a disease, making their way to Luke with no mercy.
"Its backbiter" he showed her his steel and celestial bronze sword, and faced her once more. "And, just to see if the rumours were true…" She snorted, making herself comfortable against a tree. He joined her, as if he was still on her team, as if Thalia had never been a pine tree, as if all would be okay as long as they were in each other's presence.
"Well, take a good look…" She scoffed, poking herself to get across her realness.
Her eyes were brimmed with damp liquid when her lonely shivering ceased as she turned to him.
"How could you leave Annabeth? Those little grey eyes…She depended on us! You left her alone!!" She hissed, slapping him across the face, her fingertips lined with pure blue energy.
"Well!? Don't you come near me. I HATE you Castellan. Now be gone…Next time we meet, we're enemies."
"Thalia-"She restored combat position of her sphere, placing the several hundred vault shaft just below his Adams apple.
He flashed a dry smirk, tightly gripping the spear and daring her to slit his throat as he brought it closer to his neck.
"And what will you do?" He sneered, receiving a hurt glare from his ex-friend. She regained her posture, which she had broken long enough for him to understand she had doubts.
"I'll fight you Luke, with no mercy: You fall off a cliff, it will be me who pushed you…" She was very aware of the fact she would never intentionally harm Luke in a way that could possibly kill him, but he seemed to think otherwise, as even slightly, his tough upfront wilted, like a scarlet rose petal in the autumn months. He gripped her hand, leaving her immobile with astonishment.
"I'll, I'll persuade you…I'll be watching, you'll see…" he whispered into her ear, sending a longing shudder to her nerve system. Although she wished to, she could not bring herself to look him in the eyes, and he sighed. She felt a strong urge to believe him, to let him guide her, but she knew better. Their faces were less than an inch apart, as their lips were just a microscopic distance from contact. She closed her eyes as more tears descended from her face. She opened her sapphire orbs again to find that just as she was prepared to trace her source of vision onto his own, he was already gone; the absence of his body warmth visible from her sudden paleness as a crater released itself in her heart. She curled up against a pine tree just before the safety borders, swallowing the unfulfilled sobs of longing that prepared to vocalise in her throat. Since the incident, she had found a new hidden comfort in trees, and would often visit them when she needed to ponder on her woes. Annabeth was correct: this was no joke, and this would only be her first of many wake-up-calls. She had to shove these emotions aside and take her place as daughter of Zeus. Then it dawned on her; how old was she? Luke had said five years, which would make her nineteen, but she didn't feel nineteen. She arose, having discovered newly refined strength as she headed to her cabin. For now, she would have to believe in her instincts and trust that Luke would come back to her…
For now…
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So…How was that? Somehow, I'm not satisfied with the way this came out, so I need some reviews! Excuse the slip up of language; I just think that there may be some language-slip in this content. This was just an idea I had a few days ago from a song I was listening to and I HAD to write it down!