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Dum Spiro Spero
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❛While I breathe, I hope.❜ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦? ❝You were born reaching for your mother's hands, Victim of your father's plans.❞ The son of Hermes and the daughter of Apollo were always enough for each other. What happens when one of them starts yearning for more? ❝To rule the world.❞
✧ Pairing: Luke Castellan x Fem!oc
✧ Warnings: Violence, Major Character Death, possible mentions of substance and/or alcohol abuse, Mild gore, Language, Mature themes.
Any potential triggers will be marked as will any potential mature content!
✧ Status: Ongoing
Prologue
Character Aesthetics
Hannah Dorothea Anatolia Gibson
'I found myself falling before I even noticed I stepped off that ledge.'
19. daughter of apollo. beloved. sunshine and rainy days. credulous. sand by dove cameron
☀︎ Hannah meaning meaning gracious, merciful, one who gives or favoured of god. Named by her father.
☀︎ Dorothea meaning gift from god. Named by Apollo.
☀︎ Anatolia meaning sunrise. Named by Apollo.
☀︎Gibson meaning son of Gilbert. Name of instrument brand Gibson. Father's family name.
The name literally translates to 'the favoured gift of god given at sunrise.'
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Luke Alastor Arlo Castellan
'Funny. I stepped off that same ledge willingly.'
19. son of hermes. amor. harsh winds at sea. excessive wrath. blue by billie eilish.
* Luke meaning luminous or light-giving. Named by his mother.
* Alastor meaning man's defender, avenger or vengeance. Links to his fatal flaw of excessive wrath. Named by Hermes.
* Arlo meaning fortified hill or between two hills. Signifying his stance between two world, mortal vs gods and his choices good vs evil or Hannah vs Kronos. Named by Hermes.
* Castellan meaning governor or warden of a castle/fort. Mother's family name.
☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
Luke & Hannah
'Our story is woven in the stars.'
the star-crossed lovers. the ill-fated. doomed from the start.
☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
son of thieves and wind
daughter of sight and sun
doomed to love the other one.
fate has plans of other for them
their story forever condemned.
☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
Dum Spiro Spero
❛While I breathe, I hope.❜ The son of Hermes and the daughter of Apollo were always enough for each other. What happens when one of them starts yearning for more?
✧ Pairing: Luke Castellan x Fem!oc
✧ Warnings: Violence, Major Character Death, possible mentions of substance and/or alcohol abuse, Mild gore, Language, Mature themes.
Any potential triggers will be marked as will any potential mature content!
✧ Status: Ongoing
aesthetics previous // next chapter
The Prologue
His Greatest Lover and His Biggest Regret
✧ He watches as she drops to the floor, clutching the wound on her stomach.
Blood begins to pool around her, and he hears the boy scream her name as she falls, but he couldn't care less. Did he do this? Surely not.
Her breaths are shaky as she sees the eyes of the man she loves change from molten gold back into the blue she loves so much.
She watches as realisation sets in and horror-filled tears begin to fall down his face.
He did this.
She was dying, and it was all his fault.
He runs over and falls to his knees beside her, pulling her to his chest, and for the first time in years, maybe even the first time in his life, he prayed to the gods. He prayed and begged for them to save her. He prayed to her father, whom he knew cared for her, to turn up and save her from the wound he had inflicted.
But he knew they would not come.
They were too busy fighting the chaos brought forth by his own hands.
He felt a hand touch his cheek and looked at the girl in his arms. She smiles at him. He had done this to her, yet she still smiles at him, like he still means something to her.
He meant everything to her.
Even now, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. A sculpture crafted so carefully by the gods and fate that he cried harder knowing he had destroyed it.
Luke Castellan wanted revenge but not like this.
Not with the only good thing to ever happen to him dying in his arms.
How could he live a life without her? Even as he feels the rage of the titan within him lashing out, even as he hears his voice screaming in his ears, all he can think about is her.
In a moment of clarity, it clicks.
He knew what he had to do.
He presses a kiss on his lover's forehead and lays her down. He asks the boy, whom he knew would make things right, to hand him the knife he had gifted his little sister so long ago. He watches as he hesitates for a moment, and he pleads. The righteous boy hands him the blade.
He looks down and sees a tear slip out of her eyes. Her hands reach for him, but it falls limp halfway. He watches as it thuds against the ground.
I love you
She breathes it out as Thanatos takes her soul.
The last words she ever spoke into existence were words of care and of love. The words showed her unwavering devotion to the boy she calls her home, her safe haven, and her reason. He had and would always mean everything to her.
The golden light that always seemed to encompass her flickers, dims, and burns out. Her skin grows pale, and her eyes grow vacant. A final tear falls from her eye.
He watches as it runs down the bridge of her nose and down the rest of her face. Lifeless. She was dead.
The colours of the world grow dull, birds stop singing, the sun stops shining, and the temperature drops. He did this.
He unbuckles his armour, takes a breath, and buries the blade to its hilt under his left armpit.
Would the gods allow him to pray for her forgiveness? To beg for it? Would he be allowed to fall to his knees before her and beg for her mercy? Would that be selfish of him? Would she ever forgive him? Even if she didn't, he wouldn't blame her; he wouldn't forgive himself either.
She was his truest love and greatest regret.
She has asked him once: If he knew it all then, would he have done it again?
No, he wouldn't have.
He could have—should have—taken her and ran. Far, far away from this place.
She had always said she wanted to live in a house by the beach. She had wanted a library and a room to paint in. Something small, but with room to grow.
Somewhere away from everything.
He should have taken her and ran when he had the chance.
Instead, she lay dead next to him because of his own foolish desires.
The world flashes gold, and he recalls every moment with her as he crumples to the ground beside her and takes her hand in his.
Luke Castellan should have taken Hannah Gibson and ran.
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A/N
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