Post by lucy on Dec 9, 2012 20:46:07 GMT -5
Lucy Chandler, having lived in the Ares cabin for years, was not used to many spare moments of quiet. When you lived in the house of the war god's children, you could just imagine that there weren't many times when you could ease your head, just lie down and forget the world. It wasn't a soundless place, usually, but today, it was. And it was unsettling. Rain drummed on the rooftop rhythmically, and against the calm illumination of the moon, only half-risen above the tops of the New York conifers outside Lux's window, it looked slightly magical. As though Artemis had come back from whichever quest she was on with her hunters and touched all of those raindrops personally, made them glow like a wall behind a lit candle.
Rolling over and rustling her sheets as her stomach tingled, Lux let her eyes flutter shut. She took in how the sounds of the rain dancing on the rooftop and windows sharpened when she cut off the sense of sight, how all was eerily quiet, and how all of the campers seemed to be lost in their own little worlds. It was barely six o'clock, but the night was dark and more and more campers had been retiring to bed earlier and earlier. The Ares campers themselves were no exception, especially after...
The salt stung against her closed eyelids and Lucy forced herself to put the thought out of her mind. She didn't want to think of him. She didn't want to roll over so she could see the bed that Lucan had once occupied; the sheets were rumpled and there were books on it and boxes underneath, giving every clue that a living being still called that their space. But no. It seemed as though any time now those sheets would rustle and he would climb out as though it were the most normal thing in the world to do. A sword, propped against a leg of his bed, reflected some of the objects on the makeshift sort of display the Ares children had made in honor of their brother. Pictures crookedly placed in frames, some of which Lux had found herself. A few of his things that had been found in the Hermes cabin by his ex-girlfriend Tal, which she had brought back two days after the funeral. A sketch of him that said girl had drawn, with emphasis on those eyes that made it feel as though he knew everything there was to know about you. A piece of paper, folded in half, that had been written on with spidery script. Lucan Alberto Lucchesi.
Finally, Lux couldn't stand it anymore. She escaped the suffocating warmth of her covers and wandered over to stand by the small monument, inspecting every inch of the photos and belongings with an unfamiliar numbness.
sorry about the abrupt ending.
lyrics in title credit to coldplay.