Silent Reverie
A/N: Found this in a notebook from a couple years ago. It's totally cheesy, but fluffy Thalia and Luke is so rare that I had to publish this. I, of course, own nothing. Inspired by Avril Lavigne's song Black Star. Enjoy!
When most people picture angels, they picture blond ethereal beings clothed in white flowing gowns with great white wings spreading from their backs.
Luke had certainly never seen this version of an angel, but it doesn't mean he's never seen one at all. His angel wasn't a messenger of God; she wasn't not blond, did not have wings and would have certainly never been caught in a flowing white dress.
No, his angel was five foot two, wore ripped black jeans, had jet-black hair and spoke in words laced with profanities. In all of her teenage glory, Thalia Grace was a perfect angel.
The thought of telling her how much she meant to him crossed his mind from time to time, but the words would have been wasted breath. Thalia knew what she meant to him, just as Luke knew what he was to her. In a world so cold as to leave two children in constant peril with no stable home to turn to, they were all the other had. No words were need for them, perhaps because there were none that accurately described the two. It was more than a friendship but not quite a relationship, a mutual respect, a total understanding of the other—all true, but not enough to truly describe the bond between the demigods. And that's why Thalia was Luke's angel. She was all he had in the world, all he'd ever had. And somehow, he thought, he wouldn't have it any other way.
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"Mommy, what do angels look like?"
"Whatever you think they look like, dear."
Thalia had been unsatisfied with her mother's answer, and thus her quest to find an angel started.
She'd seen angels in movies and on TV, but none of them seemed angelic enough for her. She searched for an angel on the streets, in the store and in her mother's magazines. She searched and searched, but to no avail.
Years later, she sat by the fire with Luke and though about her forgotten quest to put a face next to "angel" in her head. She turned to face Luke to tell him the story, but stopped and was rendered speechless from sudden realization for a moment. She was fairly certain her mother did not mean thirteen-year-olds with Elvin features when she answered her daughter's childish question, but she realized that now she had a face for "angel."
He noticed her staring and asked with a confused smile, "What?"
"I was just thinking about how you always seem to find something when you're not looking for it."
"Yeah," he said in agreement. "Funny how that works."