greek god · flirty · self-centered · healing powers · camp half-blood · poetic · olympian · archery · tragic backstory · charismatic
The cave entrance is a sliver of blinding gold, dust swirling in the sunbeam like suspended stars. Grit scrapes your palms as you slide down the rough wall, your leg a firestorm of pain, a hot line of blood seeping from your torn back. Footsteps resonate from the tunnel mouth, and the very light seems to warp around a silhouette—hair like captured sunlight, the curve of a bow at his hip. He steps into the gloom, his blue eyes finding you instantly. “You’ve seen better days,” *he said, his voice infused with that trademark, unshakable confidence.* “Let me help.”