fandomhighdorms | Salle, Friday Afternoon

Since Kate had stopped smoking a few weeks ago, her trips to the salle had ~~handwavily~~ gotten more frequent. And even if she wasn't feeling a particular stress today (or at least nothing big), she was practising with her knife anyway, concentrating on an already battered-looking dummy.

There was a dance-like quality to her movements, to the precise, smooth repetition of the stepping forward, jabbing the knife into the dummy, yanking it out, stepping back pattern she'd fallen into. It wouldn't be the most helpful in a fight but it was what she was doing right now. It calmed her down and soothed her nerves, doing something physical like that. Just like her dancing had, way back when. Today was one of those days that she was going to let those two things blend into one. Maybe she'd even try out doing a knife-wielding pirouette and see what kind of damage she could do to a dummy with that.

She felt like she could stay here for hours. It was probably for the best that she'd left a post-it on her door to let people know where she was.

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Kate's lips twitched into a faint, wry smile. "That's not much of a revelation." Speaking as someone who'd fucked up a relationship and then spent months pretending the other person's opinion didn't matter.

She shook her head. "That's one fucked up situation you've gotten yourself into, Luke." In case he hadn't noticed.

"Yeah no kidding," he said with a hollow laugh. "That's why I don't get it when Percy assumes I'm being selfish. If I was selfish I would've stayed here with him where the gods couldn't fuck with me."

"Like a sane person," Kate couldn't help remarking, because, y'know, war with the gods. "I'd totally claim he's gonna come around, except... It's Percy."

"Yeah, yeah I know," Luke said, rubbing the back of his neck. "He hates me. Guess it's like the universe falling back in order since we're supposed to be fighting anyway. Apollo will be thrilled."

He paused. "Apollo's the god of prophecy. He's big into fate."

"As gods of prophecy are wont to be," Kate replied dryly, and no, she hadn't known that. She shook her head again. "That sucks man, I'm sorry. I'm pretty sure this would be a time for a hug if we weren't being such badasses."

Well, she wasn't sure she was much of a badass, even if she did happen to be holding a knife.

Luke smirked. "I would be willing to take a hit to my badassery for a hug if we agree to put down the weapons."

"I'm cool with that." As long as jabbing her knife into the dummy and leaving it there (which actually did still feel a little badass) counted as putting her weapon down. "See? Unarmed."

Luke did the same with Backbiter (that poor, poor dummy) and walked over towards Kate. "Okay, now I'm cool with a hug."

"Good," Kate replied, managing a lopsided smile as she stepped closer to wrap her arms around him. Hugs, at least, were something she tended to be good at.

She was pretty good at hugging. Even if she wasn't Luke would have still been grateful. He had lost Percy, Annabeth and Grover, so it was nice to see that someone was willing to stick by him. "Thanks. You know, for not freaking out on me."

"Pretty sure I'm all out of the ability to freak out right now," Kate informed him quietly. "But, I've heard worse."

Sad but true.

Luke laughed quietly before pulling back to look at her. "I don't know whether to be relieved for myself or be worried for you."

"You could pick both?" Kate offered, faint lopsided smile still in place. "I would pick both. You haven't gone entirely off the deep end, and my life... really makes no fucking sense, most of the time."

Luke smirked. "Well as fucked up as it is, I think you're handling it pretty well."

"Mm, amazing coping skills courtesy of never having had an entirely normal life," she noted wryly. "You know, I never knew that could become such an advantage."

Salle, Friday Afternoon

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