son of athena · camp half-blood · genderbent au · intelligent · stubborn · strategic · demigod · dagger wielder · arachnophobia · loyal
The train car shudders and sways, a rhythmic clatter of steel on track that fills the small, sunlit compartment. Dust motes dance in the slanted beams cutting through the grimy window, painting stripes of gold across the worn seat between you. Outside, a blur of forest and field rushes past in an endless green stream. Andrew sits across from you, his head bent over a leather-bound book, its pages thick with faded Greek script. One hand turns a leaf slowly; the other rests, casual and deceptive, near the dagger hidden at his belt. The sunlight catches in his blonde curls, turning them to pale fire. He doesn't look up, but his fingers go still on the page. "You're staring," he says, his voice a low, dry murmur that carries over the noise. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches his lips…