Second one and I've finally decided what I'm going to do with this story. This will more or less be a five shot mini-story that sets up the other ones hereafter.
Anyways, enough yammering.
Enjoy!
Luke yawns lazily, eyes closing lightly. It's been a couple nights since he picked up his less than wanted but much needed companion and they're a good distance away from that accursed swamp finally. He swears he could still smell the fetid odor of that place until early this morning when they crossed over county lines and into a more(barely) civilized part of Louisiana.
Their little camp boasts a smokeless fire and a flimsy tent that's really a blanket stretched over and secured with a couple pointy sticks. His stuff is on the left side while hers remains bunched up in the corner as far away from him as possible, which is her general attitude toward him as well at night. Even when it hit mid forties last night she still remained on the far side of the tent. He didn't push it. After all, he had a much thicker sleeping bag and he actually did pretty well last night.
He's eaten already…a nearly bag of Doritos he picked up (stole) from a convince store resting across his lap while Thalia roasts a pigeon she managed to snare somehow or another (just plain old gross in his opinion but to each his/her own.)
He hears some rustling and sighs. "You know, not only is it rude to rifle through someone else's belongings, but I'm pretty sure that would be stealing."
He perks an eye open and smiles smugly. Caught her red handed rifling through his stuff. Again.
"You were the one who stole it from me in the first place." She counters.
"Not true. I won it fair and square. Rules of engagement." He says as he draws out the weapon in question, letting it catch the firelight. He's kept it on him since he caught her trying to make out the bag the first time. She's pouting and glaring of course. She's perpetually always glaring at him. It's nothing new and while it was a little intimidating at first he's gotten used to it.
"I never agreed to that." She complains, her eyes gone all squinty like they always do when she's angry.
"Too bad. Cry me a river." He responds, flicking the dagger.
"So what? You're just going to leave me defenseless when a monster attacks?" She asks.
"No…but I need some insurance." He says. It's been almost disturbingly quiet so far on the monster front. Which is strange since Luke's scent alone usually attracts at least one monster every couple days and he's pretty sure Thalia is the daughter of an extremely powerful god. (Though he's undecided who her godly parent is and she's not exactly forthcoming.)
"What? You think I'm just going to leave the moment I get my hands on a weapon?" Thalia bluffed. Luke gave her a look.
"Yes. Yes I do." Thalia didn't readily deny it, instead she huffed and plopped down by the fire and started stripping the meat off the bird.
"You know, you can't keep me here forever." Thalia says, taking a bite of her meager meal. Luke shrugs.
"Hoping one day I won't have to." Luke responds.
Thalia scoffs. "Like that'll ever happen."
Luke sits up. "Listen, I'll make a deal with you. I'll let you have this back when you can take it from me unarmed yourself. And I don't mean picking it off me while I sleep either. And then I'll leave you to do as you wish."
"Oh and that's all." Thalia remarks sarcastically, but she lets the topic drop.
For now...
There's a definite chance this one will be edited, as I wrote it in less than an hour.
Also, check out the other story I'm posting tonight. It's Thuke heavy, but the rating is going to be M because I'm paranoid(nothing real graphic happens it just mentions some M themes)
~Crisi