{Luke} Heartlines.

[Bobbi Rianne Koester]

Like any other demigod on the planet, Bobbi Koester had been frightened of death deep down. All the same, when her mother Jasmine always remarked on how teenagers thought they were invincible with a face that barely masked her amusement, what Bobbi would reply with was a simply, sly smirk; that might have been paired with a long-mastered roll of her hard grey eyes before she quickly exited the room to her own where she could be pleasantly alone. Up until a month or so ago, Bobbi hadn't realized how true the sentence was. Teenagers did think that they were invincible, but now she knew that, in a way, they were. She'd always assumed that when death laid its hands on you, you ceased to exist completely. You were buried, and then your body became part of the earth itself in any way that animals or humans used it. You might end up as simply soil, or maybe smoke twirling out of a smokestack toward the heavens. There was no way to know, but that was what had been foolishly assumed. Now, the daughter of Poseidon knew how wrong she had been. There were both similarities and differences to life and death. The little things that had not had much thought devoted to them beforehand had disappeared - there was no pulse to be found anywhere on her body where she searched for it, and she didn't need to breathe. She longed for color and wind, to even see moonlight fracturing on the body of water that she considered her home. There was no water here, and nearly everything was in grayscale. Smells were sparse, and there was nothing you could do. Conversation between spirits was rare. Bobbi couldn't imagine what it would be like spending eternity in this place; painful was too minor of a word to describe how this felt. Despite the fact that nobody was physically harming her, it was nonetheless agonizing to so much as think it.

All the same, life is only precious because it eventually ends; Bobbi was trying to get herself to come to terms with the fact, but it hadn't been easy. At first it had been a shock when she realized that the usually perpetually present rising and falling of her chest was absent, but now that had been replaced by a dull, raw hopelessness that throbbed in time with what would have been her heartbeat if she had one. With each of those feelings that pulsed outward and consumed the wisp that was now her physical being, Roberta was reminded of how purely alone she now was. These fields seemed to be infinite, and oh, how she was longing for a single familiar face. She hadn't laid eyes on the son of Ares that she had died with for... well, for who knew? Time didn't exist, only clocks existed; needless to say, here there were none. There was no night and day, no crescent moon and rising sun to aid her in searching for a time of day. Bobbi had long since lost track of how many minutes it had been since she and Lucan had both been robbed of their short lives, much as she had lost track of Luke himself.

It's a funny thing how you can think of somebody and how as soon as said thought has been fully formed in your mind they seem to materialize directly in front of you, much like how you can learn a word and it suddenly begins to crop up everywhere. Though he didn't look exactly the same as he had when they had resided at Camp Halfblood, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was him; the boy that she had known only as Tal's boyfriend for so long until she had been confronted by him personally. With her newfound memories of what had happened, the shame that she had first felt was renewed. Surely, he did feel some resentment against her; however, there was a corner of her that still hoped he would talk to her. She was so starved for an activity that wasn't wandering around, jostled around by ghosts of fellow dead, that her first reflex was to call his name. "Luke!" Her voice was so hoarse from a literal month of it being unused, and so she tried again; the sounds that were emitted from her mouth seemed alien in the dusty silence of the fields. "Luke." Saying a silent prayer that he would realize who she was, Bobbi's silver eyes followed him. Please, please see me.

Words: 767.
Muse: Decent, actually.
Notes: Here it is! C:
Listening: How Does It Feel - Avril Lavigne.
Tags: Luke Lucchesi! <3

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[Lucan Lucchesi]

Death. Lucan Lucchesi had always imagined that it would be painful, but it was in fact painless. Sure, as the hellhound had attacked him, he felt pain, but that was because of the vessel which anchored him to life. His soul couldn't feel pain... not physical pain, anyway. It pained him that in death, he couldn't see his girl. Talysus Winchell. Definitely the prettiest girl in camp, and he would always try to tell her that. Did she miss him? That was a question that had been on his mind since he'd first got to the Underworld. He knew that she'd had a thing for Bobbi too, so that made things more complicated. He had died alongside the daughter of Poseidon. Did Tal miss Bobbi instead? Luke knew that he'd treated Tal like crap for a while. He didn't deserve her. Maybe she didn't love him anymore.

The Underworld was the worst place he had ever been. Even worse than the roughest places of Manhattan. He wasn't satisfied with the life he had lived, and now he lived among the spirits. There wasn't any conversation. It was dark, dull and packed. Everywhere you looked, there was a spirit. Sometimes he wondered if he'd ever seen them before. Whether they were faces that he should recognize. Was he losing his mind? Was his memories slowly slipping away from him? Without his body, without sound and smell... his memories were all he had. All that were keeping him in touch with reality. He couldn't lose them.

Bobbi... Bobbi... Bobbi. He kept muttering, repeating the name over and over again. It was a name he needed to keep in mind. He had to find her, because she was the only person who he knew was in this place. The only person he could vividly remember.

Then... there she was. Not just there, but calling his name too. The only soul that seemed to know it and remember it. She wasn't looking like she did in life, but he could tell that it was her from her eyes. For some reason, he needed her. He needed a soul to speak to, so he could make sure that he wasn't losing the plot. "Bobbi," he smiled ever so slightly.

OOC: Sorry for the suck. D: But yay, a Luke post!
Words: 374.

[Bobbi Rianne Koester]

There was a moment, at that point in time, when the daughter of Poseidon and the son of Ares were both thinking identical thoughts. It was a simple fact that each needed the other. Though it was true that they had not directly crossed paths until the day of their death, Bobbi felt a connection to him. It was ridiculous, yes, and she knew that to some level. The two had barely spoken at first, preferring solemn silence. Mourning the losses of their own lives in the presence of the other. And then, of course, they had lost each other. But now, they were found again. The two syllables that formed Roberta's nickname had never been spoken in a voice so welcome to her ears as they were now. "Oh gods...Luke," she sputtered when he became silent again, casual eloquence apparently ripped away along with her life. "Luke." For several seconds, the shock of him being really there - the blue eyes to her silver, the only recognizable features now - overcame her desire to speak to him meaningfully.

When she paused again, she realized how much she had really missed him. She didn't know why she should miss him; maybe it was the idea that he was one of the only souls there whose mind was still somewhat intact, maybe it was the idea that the two of them could bond and become a team. Maybe it was his ambition, the idea that with him the two of them could somehow find a second chance at life. Deep down, Bobbi knew how impossible it was. That it would be the other way around - everyone that they had known during their lives would eventually wind up here. But how long would that take? "So..." she started, perfectly unsure of what should be said next. So she spoke her thoughts. "I don't know what to say now..." A pause. "I just... I don't know. I miss it. Don't you?" Voice full of despondency, Bobbi looked at this boy once more. Took in how different he looked. More worn; though that was to be expected, there was something different about this. It seemed to be his mind that was wearing away at him and not the time that had been spent down in Hades' realm. Surely, he was different - as was she. This was not the Bobbi Koester that everybody had been used to at Camp Halfblood, but a new person. It was as though a second personality had developed when she and Luke had descended to their deaths. "I wonder if... well... there's no way to get back, yeah." Stuttering shamefully, Roberta considered leaving. It would be easy to be swallowed back into the throng of spirits. The congregation would be glad to hide her, she knew. But something kept her there. And, as she would learn, this would be all for the better. Would sharing their thoughts conserve them or lead to their dissipation?

Words: 497.
Muse: Goooood. <3
Notes: So I have way too much muse for this. T.T
Listening: Two Is Better Than One - Boys Like Girls.
Tags: Luke Lucchesi! <3

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[Lucan Lucchesi]

What was happening seemed completely surreal. Bobbi was there. In front of him, and she recognized him. In fact, she seemed to miss him. "Bobbi," he repeated. He couldn't think of anything else to say. What was appropriate for the situation? Were they even friends now? He didn't know. Luke had barely known Bobbi, only recognizing her as a daughter of Poseidon. Now... now he had a connection to her. As strange as that seemed. Their situation, and him being human, meant that his last bit of hope rested with her. Could they be the first to escape the clutches of Hades?

"You're... really here," he swallowed. He realized she was going to speak and then he went silent so he could hear what she had to say.

"I don't know what to say now..." A pause. "I just... I don't know. I miss it. Don't you?"

Lucan nodded. Life was so great, and it was only in death that you could appreciate the days spent with your loved ones. He missed living. He missed his mother. He missed Tal. "I miss it... so much. I guess... you only realize what you have when it's gone." Luke had spent a lot of his teenage years training. Was there any point? He was wasting his time, training to get himself killed fighting monsters. His training hadn't come in handy against the hellhound anyway, it had used him like a rag doll. He cast his wistful gaze upwards, as if picturing what life would be like up there. Lucan Lucchesi wanted to be there...

After a few minutes he looked back at her.

"I wonder if... well... there's no way to get back, yeah."

"There's always a way," he replied quickly. "If anyone can get out of here, it's me and you. We just... need to be strong. We need to stick together." Luke knew that she wanted out of the Underworld as much as him. As a son of Ares he had that natural thirst for a challenge, and a flame burning deep within his soul. A strong determination. Passion. He knew they needed to stay together, at least, to keep each other sane. The Underworld could drive the strongest of people insane.

He examined her, taking in every feature, trying to compare her to the Bobbi he had seen in life. The change was obvious. Luke just hoped she was as strong in death as she had been in life.

OOC: Surprisingly, Luke muse is okay. o;
Words: 380.

[Bobbi Rianne Koester]

Roberta didn't know what to do after his first comment, save a simple nod that confirmed she was there. So that was what she did, bobbing her head up then down slowly. The daughter of Poseidon listened intently yet nostalgically, surveying him quietly as he spoke. And when he stopped, she felt more alone than she ever had before. "I guess... you only realize what you have when it's gone." Her mother had sung a song with similar lyrics before, strumming away lightheartedly on her guitar she always kept on the wall of the hallway, and all that Bobbi had done was tell her to stop. Because listening to her mother singing was embarrassing, even if nobody else was around. She hadn't even bothered to listen to the lyrics. And, all too late, now she realized that the words rang with an upsetting truth. Throughout her teenage years, Bobbi's ability to listen to other people had slowly dissolved. And now it was all back once there was nobody that she could possibly listen to. Besides Lucan... but all he did was mirror her own feelings.

After Luke finished speaking, Bobbi thought briefly about something that she could say in return. But she came up with nothing. Nothing else needed to be said, no, not about that topic. But, in any case, his words had gotten to her and unshed tears shone in her eyes. And then she started speaking again... not because she had meant to, no, but because she needed to get the words out; though they may have made little to no sense, it was a relief to have them out in the world, hear them hang in the air. "Yeah... you're right." Her words came out slightly tearfully and, though Bobbi would have been embarrassed about this if she were still alive, she felt as though it might be a bit more acceptable in front of Lucan. There was a whole chapter of despondency that had not been covered yet between the two of them, and yet, she knew that it was there. "I feel like shit. Because I treated everyone I knew like shit. And there's probably no way to fix that, and they'll just go around remembering that the dead girl treated them like shit." That was probably as close as Bobbi was ever going to get to admitting she didn't like the way she had lived her short life.

As Lucan spoke, Bobbi's last statement segueing into his, Bobbi couldn't help but let a hint of a smile grace her face. She nodded. "Let's, uh, stick together, at least..." It was such a relief now, to have someone to talk to. After a moment of silence, she opened her mouth again. "I mean, there are those stories, right? Where someone offers their service to Hades in exchange for life... just... maybe?" After the words left her mouth and silence enveloped the vicinity, Bobbi realized how unlikely it was that her idea would really work. "Never mind," she groaned. "I... I don't know."

Words: 510.
Muse: Decent.
Notes: Sorry, this is kind of meh.
Listening: This.
Tags: Luke Lucchesi! <3

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