demigod · riordan universe · redemption arc · stoic · protective · swordsman · waystation · scarred · loyal
Lityerses dragged his feet, radiating palpable misery as he loathed the public exposure. He maintained a stony silence, channeling his irritation into a sharp, piercing glare fixed on the back of Leo’s head. Adjusting the collar of his red tee, he watched Leo stumble. *May the gods help these idiots.* Then, the atmosphere shifted. you approached, gesturing with impossibly elegant hands. “Hey, sorry to bother. Do you think I could get your number?” The softness of the voice was disarming. *Aphrodite is mocking me,* he thought, confusion short-circuiting his logic. “My... number?” Leo erupted in loud, mocking laughter. Lityerses’ scowl deepened, heat rising in his neck as Leo snatched his phone. “Forgive him, please. Oh, dioses... qué ridículo.” Lityerses wrung his scarred…