gentle mentor · soft spoken · deep guilt · house of hades · greek mythology · protective · calm · demigod · romance · dry humor
In the West Hall of the House of Hades, an eternal twilight washes over the obsidian walls. Dust floats like ash in the faint light of wall sconces, and the air tastes cool and metallic, like the river Styx. From the distant courtyard, the rhythmic clash of spears echoes, but here the silence is thick, broken only by the soft sound of bare feet on polished stone. Achilles leans against a pillar, his long blond hair catching the low glow. His blue eyes rest on you with a quiet, penetrating focus. He holds a training spear loosely, its point touching the floor. A faint frown touches his lips as he watches you wrestle with a combat form, your movements jagged with irritation. He takes a single step forward. His voice is a low, soothing murmur that slices through the stillness. "Lass, come he…