A sigh slipped past Feyre's lips. "I don't see him as anything more than the man that abandoned my mom and I," She answered. "He pretended I didn't exist for fourteen years and claimed me once I was worthy enough of his attention. Then he sent me a gift for my fifteenth birthday and that was it. He hasn't even once spoken to me. I think if he was to show up now and beg to be in my life, I would tell him to go to hell," She explained.
Luke nodded his head in agreement. "I get that completely. Fathers are complicated," He informed, his body beginning to tense as he thought about his own father.
See AlsoA Chance to Fix Things - Chapter 8 - MizuYuki - Percy Jackson and the OlympiansAthena Milbert (goddessofwisdom-)'s comments from Percy Jackson Fan Club! Showing 1-20 of 49It’s My Party (I’ll Cry If I Want To) - regularis_vas - Percy Jackson and the Olympianssnake in the grass - IrrevocablyApologetic - Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related FandomsFeyre always knew Luke would understand the negative feelings she felt towards her father because he wasn't too fond of his own parentage. Feyre didn't know the details. She knew Luke didn't like to talk about his life before Camp Half-Blood, and she respected her friend enough to not ask. It wasn't her business. But from what she knew, or at least from the way Luke talked about it in his own vivid way, his mom was no longer in the picture, and he blamed his father, Hermes, for all of it. Once again she didn't know what had transpired between them at the time. But Feyre believed Luke had his reasons for the underlining hate deep within his heart reserved for his father, and she knew it was best to leave it.
This time around Feyre nudged the boy using her arm, catching his attention. This caused for Luke to glance back at her, watching as she gave him a warm and reassuring smile. "He doesn't deserve you, you know? You're everything he was too afraid to be," assured him.
Luke raised his brow in response to the girl's kind words. "And what is that, Blanchard?" He inquired curiously.
Feyre then reached out and grabbed Luke's hand with her own purely based on instinct. She then laced their fingers together and gave his hand a gentle and reassuring squeeze. "You're a good person, Castellan. Don't let him take that away from you," She informed, a twinkle of admiration glimmering in her dark eyes.
Luke let out another chuckle, shaking his head. "If only you knew..." He trailed off, staring deeply into her eyes.
The boy's choice of words was enough to make Feyre's mouth fall open in surprise, a fake gasp escaping past her lips. "Luke, are you actually a brooding loner with a mean streak?" She joked around, a teasing smirk etched at the corners of her lips.
Luke heard a soft giggle leave the girl's lips shortly after she had spoken, causing for him to let out a quiet roar of laughter of his own. "You wish, Feyre," He replied. Feyre giggled again, slowly letting go of her friend's hand in the process.
Feyre liked these moments with Luke. It was moments like this where it was just enough to make her forget all about worries from moments before. Luke and Feyre have always been the kind of friends that helped each other through the dark times. Even for something as small as a terrifying dream, Luke was the only person with the power to pull Feyre out of that dark mindset and vice-versa. It sometimes felt like their friendship would have the power to overcome the most difficult and intense obstacles in each other's lives. If you were to ask Feyre, her friendship with Luke Castellan was the best thing to come out of her Demigod life.
It was also moments like these that made it incredibly difficult to break away and go back to her own cabin for the remainder of the night. Feyre let out a quiet sigh and stood up from the steps. "I guess I better let you sleep. Thank you for, you know, being here," Feyre told him, smiling again.
Luke followed Feyre's lead and stood up from the steps leading to his cabin, nodding his head. "Isn't that what friends are for?" He replied, a smile of his own forming across his lips. Feyre continued to smile back at the boy before she turned on her heel and made her way back towards her cabin.
