** what were we exactly?

the thought had been gnawing at me for weeks now. we spent every free moment together, training, eating meals, sneaking away to quiet corners of camp where we could just talk without the constant chaos of demigod life interrupting us. luke would find excuses to touch me, his hand brushing mine when he passed me a weapon during practice, his fingers lingering on my arm when he helped me up after a particularly brutal sparring session. and there were moments like this, where i'd end up in his bunk after nightmares or restless nights, curled against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world.

but we'd never talked about it. never put a name to whatever this was between us.