luenna jackson in the eyes of percy jackson (pics taken by loren coranro) :
my name is percy jackson, and I am currently held hostage by my sister, luenna, and her weirdo boyfriend, loren.
well, not really held hostage. they are currently playing cards with me. luenna called it “schwimmen,” and expected me to understand. I keep losing and loren isn’t truly helping me either. he steals the cards i need and then wins to make luenna mad. which is rather funny, if I am honest.
it is my third day being a camper at camp half-blood. and this is where I end up at: kidnapped by my adoptive sister because she feels bad she didn’t tell me she, herself, was a demigoddess, or titaness to be exact.
at least the sun is shining, the birds are singing and the three of us sit together at the dining pavilion. I am spending time with my older sister and her boyfriend, I could’ve spend time to explore the camp some more. but playing cards with them doesn’t sound so bad either.
how did I end up there? you may ask yourself.
i truly don’t know how i ended up here. one moment i was with grover, suddenly luenna appeared and took my hand. she wore that orange colored tshirt everyone wore. her blonde hair was braided and fell down her back: she kept her hair at impressionable length.
“come with me percy!” she smiled. and it was that fake smile that said she was fine, she wasn’t fine. I knew her too well. she is my older sister after all. though she may be adopted.
so she placed me on a bench at the dining pavilion and then loren appeared. his six foot three tall figure cast a shadow over me and he gave me a smile. his long red hair was tied into a bun but he removed it, in favor of flinging the hairband at me with a grin. luenna smacked his arm and muttered “du idiot” on german, though she still smiled. she called him an idiot. he did not wear that orange colored tshirt with “camp half-blood” written on it. he wore a sweater.
in this weather? a sweater? seriously? he is also wearing pants? how is he surviving in this heat? does being tisiphone’s kid, a literal fury, also come with immunity against heat?
loren sat down next to me and rolled up the sleeves of his sweater. exposing his tattooed forearms. giving me a look that said: “stop staring or else.”
his tattoos were pretty, but the ink, the black ink, darkened out his pale skin. it looked like clouds, if I am honest. I actually have no words for describing his tattoos. weird, but very pretty. there were some red lines, but you couldn’t see the pale skin. a sleeve if I remember? the entire pattern also covered his back, as I saw from the few times he walked around without a shirt in our apartment. he got that tattoo because luenna designed it and he wore them with pride.
“why hello there. brought your young man here, didn’t you? ay perse, let us show you our favorite card game. will you shuffle the cards, lu? or me? me, i am a gentleman,” he winked at her.
despite him looking very sophisticated and rich, he did not sound like it. but that was because he felt comfortable enough to be himself with us. didn’t change that he was a literal simp for my sister. and sometimes it hurt to see how in love they were. second hand embarrassment type hurt.
“since when are you a gentleman, loren?” I ask.
“only to your sister, my dearest girlfriend and the light of my life. and her friends of course. . .and the elderly ladies are also deserving of my kindness,” he explained and then winked at me. “boy, just you wait until you find yourself a girlfriend, you’ll know what I mean.”
whatever that meant, I think to myself.
luenna pushed the card deck over to him and rested her head against her hands, her elbows were resting against the table. her eyes flickered between the two of us and I could tell that something was going on in that head of hers.
“perse, don’t go out after midnight or you’ll become harpy food,” she decided to warn me. shivers sent down my spine but i tried to play it cool. “i…I don’t wanna mess with the harpies. buttttt….you’re still my little brother so I’ll make an exception.”
“just like when you feel kind enough to share your food with me?”
“I am revoking your food rights, I won’t share with you anymore.” she would.
loren began to hand out the cards and started to explain the rules to me. they did not make sense, but at least Luenna didn’t explain them. she can’t explain card games at all, but she can explain the lore of a song of ice and fire and somehow make it entertaining and seem like real history.
sometimes i look at loren and think to myself: how could it be, that he has been dating my older sister for three years? he’s a total loser. a nerd. luenna is a nerd too, but she just does it better. loren is freakishly tall, and weirdly good looking. and charismatic. and friendly. and a gentleman for her. loren is nice, he helps me with my homework.
he did have his nice aspects…I guess.
“bro, what the hell? loren, these cards are atrocious!” luenna gasped. to which he laughed. and he peaked over my cards.
two kings of different colors and one spade that matched with the one king that lay in the middle. each player had three cards, three lay in the middle, and the goal was to get 31. a card where someone is depicted is worth 10, an ace is worth 11, and the other respective cards are worth the amount that stand on them. if you have 3 kings for example, you have three half’s, guaranteeing your win.
“well, I certainly have good cards.”
“liar. show them,” luenna demanded. and this fool next to me actually did. she nodded, clearly impressed. “nicht schlecht.”
“habe es dir gesagt, mein schatz.”
not the german again, I roll my eyes. but it was cute to hear them talk together, which you didn’t hear from me. I hate him. but…I do find it impressive he learned german extra for her. loren is as dyslexic as i am, so I consider that very impressive of him to do and dedicate himself to. but that still did not mean that I liked him.
still how’d he bag the woman who’d be able to recreate every bit of sister friede’s fight by herself and a stick? I don’t know, i ask myself this question when i go to bed.
she’s just so cool, amazing, funny and bakes the best cakes! and he’s just there. tall, long haired, weirdly dressed, and always looking at luenna. well i do guess he loves her with every fiber of his being, which is good. because that’s all what luenna deserves.
she took a card, a red diamond, and then placed down a king and an ace in the same pattern. meaning she has won.
“sorry!” she was not sorry at all judging by her shit eating grin aimed at loren. he presumably kicked her leg, which made her yelp, and he payed up.
then luenna took the deck and began to shuffle the cards. while talking to loren on german because, of course. they always did that when they were keeping things to themselves. he is sitting right next to me and i can smell his expensive perfume.
awkward is one way to describe it. loren presses his lips together and nods, then takes a peak over my cards. then his gaze falls on the three cards that are lying in the middle of the table. he takes my heart ace and switches it with a clover that has the number 7 written on it. I have 24 in total.
“no problem, but we lost. look at luenna’s face,” loren says and takes a look at his girlfriend. and I glance up at my sisters face.
oh yeah, luenna is smiling brightly. and that can only mean she has two other aces on her hand. she places the two other aces onto the table and lets out a triumphant scream. then she leans forward to kiss loren and then ruffling my hair.
“pay up! now. both of you,” she demanded and we payed up. then it was my turn to shuffle the cards, and this time they spoke on english. thanks.
“i am actually can’t believe that i am banned from the strawberry field.”
“lu, this is what you get for sneaking out at night to eat strawberries.”
“hush…they are too good not to eat! you know it too!” she went quiet real fast and gave loren a bright grin. i began to hand out my terrible sorted cards and ignore them. “loreeeennnnn, can you bring me some strawberries later? pretty please.”
they took up their cards. and i scrunch my crows. a queen, a ten, and an ace, all of the same pattern.
“no, luenna. I don’t want to get banned from the strawberry field either.”
“pleasseeeeeeeeee, I’ll even share!” she pouted.
loren took a look at my cards before he answered. his jaw dropped and he extended and arm to pat my on my back. then he puts my cards down and luenna’s jaw also dropped.
“well shuffled, perse!” she praised. now she forgot the strawberries, but the look in her eye told me otherwise.
“I am the luckiest there is,” I say proudly. nodding my head the same way she would, so my hair would end up bouncing like hers.
“should we call you lucky like then? lucky…percy?”
then she laughed. as if it was the dumbest thing she has heard. and I joined in. because it did sound dumb.
“ahhh, no. it sounds stupid. and you are far from stupid. loren, it is your turn.” and we kept playing together for some hours and I had to deal with his horrible flirting. but it was fun. a good distraction of our mothers disappearance.
loren may not be that bad, he certainly isn’t a bad guy. he let me and luenna win. and later the two walked off, hand in hand, with luenna rambling about some video game again while he listened with a smile on his face. the look of love so disgustingly evident in his eyes.
I had not missed the note she slipped into my hand when she hugged me goodbye.
it was an apology letter for not telling me sooner. but I truly did not care that she was a demititaness. she was still my sister.
the cutout is intentional, it’s as if percy doesn’t want to hear the following statement 😭 guys I love my little brother so much. loren’s tats are influenced by enjin’s, yes. that’s all
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