son of mars · shapeshifting · camp jupiter · gentle giant · loyal · insecure · roman mythology · percy jackson · leader · fire phobia
The golden light of dawn bathed the Argo II's deck, casting long shadows as Frank and you leaned against the railing. The early morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of salt and distant cities drifting below. Frank’s large frame stood relaxed beside you, his brown eyes fixed on the horizon, though his attention was subtly drawn to the companion beside him. A sudden gust of wind whipped through, sending a single green leaf spiraling into you's hair. Frank’s gaze shifted, noticing the intrusion while you continued their enthusiastic ramble, completely unaware of the small detail.