crashing through the clouds / LUKE

[Talia Winchell]

She had asked Luke to meet her at the volleyball court at eleven o'clock. It had just sprang out of her mouth as quickly and easily as a cat chasing after a particularly brightly colored bird, and as said eager cat's owner, she hadn't been able to bite down on her tongue and stop it. She wasn't sure exactly what had come over her, but didn't care...really.

Dragging her feet as she headed to her destination, she inspected the surrounding foliage in a failed attempt to try and distract her mind from what she wanted to do. But when you try to avoid a thought, it just bounces back like a boomerang, sleek and quick. It's as though your thoughts are intent on foiling you...and so she was unable to keep her train of thought focused on anything, with the exception of two things that happened to be Luke and Bobbi.

Taking a seat at one of the benches for volleyball audiences, she glanced around for the Ares boy, but couldn't see him from where she was. Her mind slowly wandered back to the two people she was intent on not thinking of...but couldn't stop wondering about.

She felt like she barely knew Luke anymore. Back when they were 'just friends,' it was fine. They'd told each other absolutely everything, hung out together both planned and spontaneously, and had inside jokes like every pair of close friends did. And then, as though an invisible wall had sprung up at one point...and there had been awkward silences in place of awkward-sounding, yet hilarious experiences. Instead of spontaneous hanging out, you could categorize the same thing as 'running into each other.'

And then the next part of their relationship begun, and it was all right again...well, for a little while. Not anymore, Tal thought awkwardly as her eyes darted from direction to direction, searching for Luke. The several-second-long comb was fruitless, and she had nothing to do but stare down at her hands and wait for him.

words; ~341
muse; so dead. Dx
notes; Sorry this is so short and crappy. Also...I couldn't find any good 400x200 pictures of Lily Collins, lmao.
tags; Luke Lucchesi.
outfit; wearing
lyrics; all alright - fun.

[Lucan Lucchesi]

Why was it that Tal always seemed to pop up into Luke's mind? Usually it was a good thing but lately he'd noticed the barrier between them, a lot more tension than they'd ever had between them before. He didn't even know what would set her off anymore, it was like one comment was all it took to create awkwardness. Luke still loved her more than anything but he wasn't sure what was going wrong. Was it him? Was it her? All of this stuff made him want to go on a quest even more. A chance to forget about everything and focus on one single objective. That sounded good right about now.

As if by magic Tal happened to appear whilst he was thinking about it all and asked him to come to the volleyball court at eleven o'clock. Luke simply nodded and he considered his options: he could go and experience a load more awkwardness or he could just avoid the meeting like a coward and escape another conversation. He'd tried the latter before though and it just made things even worse. How bad was he as a boyfriend? To even consider ignoring his girlfriend, gods things had definitely gotten bad between them.

When they were friends things hadn't been like this. They were happy, they used to joke about and tell each other everything. Now it was like they were keeping things from each other. Luke hadn't even told her of his ambition to go on a quest. What would she think? He didn't want her to be worried about him or anything but he couldn't bring himself to tell her. It seemed so childish that above anything else that he'd want to act like a hero and save the day. In his eyes though, that was what he was destined to be, the gods had saved him from a life of crime and had given him an opportunity to be among the best fighters in the world. He couldn't let his father down.

Luke decided not to train seeing as he was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to concentrate. In which case he didn't see the harm in meeting Tal at the volleyball court, he could make it although he'd be a couple of minutes late. As he jogged into the area he spotted her sat upon a bench which the spectators used. He slowed down and strolled across to the bench nonchalantly and he sat down next to her. "Hey," he tried to smile at her.

Well he hoped this wouldn't be another cringe worthy conversation.

Words: 433.
OOC: My post was also crappy. D:

[Talia Winchell]

"Hey." Tal jumped as a familiar voice spoke into her ear. She could tell by his tone of voice that he was smiling, yet he didn't sound entirely happy...well, even Tal knew why this was. And if Tal knows, then it's really obvious and that's just kind of sad.

Tal watched as he sat down next to her, and her subconscious noticed and remembered, somewhere in the very back of her brain, that the usual tingle that came paired with the sudden urge to smile for no reason at all whenever she saw him was absent that day. There was definitely something going on on both of their ends; she could feel it already and there had only been one word in the conversation so far.

Well...at least it wasn't just her...? Aw, look how pathetic all those dots look.

She needed to remember why she had asked Luke to meet her here in the first place and just do it — get it over with — but it was harder than it sounded. And, well, it sounds pretty hard in the first place. And as an amateur girlfriend — Luke was her first "official" boyfriend — she had no idea how this was supposed to play out. She knew there were some other girls who were used to dating for a short time and then just ruthlessly dumping as though it were an Olympic sport, but she wasn't one of them.

Screw this, there was no way anything was going to come out right. Was that even possible in the first place, especially if she was breaking up for a reason like this...? "Umm, there's something I need to tell you," she said awkwardly, looking at him yet avoiding even the dreaded thought of eye contact. What she was going to say next, she didn't know yet. Her train of thought was interrupted by the shrieks and cheering that only came accompanied with a particularly skillful move some kids made whilst playing volleyball.

And then, with a snap, her thoughts came back, tying her down and becoming so thick and opaque like cumulonimbus clouds...she wouldn't be able to focus on anything else. She felt so horrible; why was she doing this in the first place? She should have listened to December and just stayed friends. Nothing wrong with being friends, was there?

words; too few.
muse; so dead. Dx
notes; Oh wow, I fail.
tags; Luke Lucchesi.
outfit; wearing
lyrics; all alright - fun.

[Lucan Lucchesi]

Luke felt the atmosphere as the two sat next to each other. Was that how bad things were between them? Despite the fact that he wanted to avoid her he still loved her as much as the first day that they had become an official couple. There was something there, definitely. At least he was pretty sure of it, something seemed to be causing all of this tension. Was it him? Was it Tal? He wasn't even sure anymore. That worried him even more; the not knowing how he could fix it.

Tal had been the first girl he had trusted. Every other girl seemed to be with a new guy every day of the week, Tal wasn't like that and that's one of the reasons why she was so special to him. At first, at the start of their relationship, he had felt that he could talk to her about anything. They used to share secrets and be really close and that had deteriorated to the point where Luke couldn't even bring himself to see her. Never mind go in depth about what was on his mind.

"Umm, there's something I need to tell you,"

"I'm listening," he looked at her. "I'm always here for you." Luke was trying to be a good boyfriend. What was she going to say though? What was so important that she had dragged him out here to say it? Perhaps he was stupid for not picking up on the signs. To any normal person it was pretty obvious that he was about to be dumped but Luke could never imagine her doing so. She was his. He was hers. Nothing could stop that, right?

Luke still had his concerns about how she would react to him going on the quest. Would she be mad? Would she be fine with it? He was unsure. So many questions were on his mind and there wasn't really any answers.

Words: Hardly any. D:
OOC: Finally got a post up.

[Talia Winchell]

"I'm listening."

Why did doing this have to be so hard? She couldn't even look Luke in the eye for fear of...well, for fear of everything. All the possibilities. Perhaps he already knew about what she had done with Bobbi and was just waiting for the right moment to bring it up. And...how would he react? Should she just make something up and go on being his girlfriend, even if she wasn't sure how it would end? Should she even tell him about everything that she'd done? Tal stared down at her hands, unsure what to say next. Okay, so there was no way she could tell him about Bobbi without letting loose the tears that were already beginning to prick at her eyes. Blinking to try and get rid of them, she made a little sound that sounded reminiscent of a squeak. The child of Hermes didn't even know if her throat was going to work properly.

"I'm always here for you." At these words, Tal risked a look up at him. His face and expression was simply serene and genuine, and she felt so horrible. Gulping in a breath of air, she bent down again, letting her wavy brown hair shield her face from him.

"Okay." Tal forced herself to talk, even though it felt like it were a complicated science instead of something completely natural that she did every day. Her voice sounded different than normal; it was more defeated, as though nothing had ever been easy for her. And in the moment, it felt like that was completely true. All of the positive, sweet things she and Luke had done together seemed to be gone with the wind that had suddenly blown through the volleyball court, sending the ends of Tal's hair towards her boyfriend like kites in a summertime sky. "So...I..." the daughter of Hermes continued haltingly, unsure what to say. Why did she have to do this? Why did she want, and yet not want, to tell him everything that had happened? "You're going to hate me," she said so quietly that Luke might not hear it.

Well, that was one way to put it.

"Um," she said, louder than before. "I —" And now her voice sounded so squeaky. How had there been billions of breakups in the history of the world? They were so hard to do...

O-kay. Tal took a deep breath and turned towards Luke, but couldn't get herself to make eye contact with him. It was like he was a child of Medusa and would turn her to stone if she did so.

"It's not you, but..." she said hesitantly, brushing at her eye, "but..." She couldn't back out at this point. "Um..." She hung her head again and picked at a nonexistent piece of lint on her top. "I think I like girls."

words; too few.
muse; it's okay.
notes; ...well, that escalated quickly.
tags; Luke Lucchesi.
outfit; wearing
lyrics; all alright - fun.

[Talia Winchell]

This thread is continued here and here.

It's not yet finished. ^^

[Talia Winchell]

finished on the second pp linked.