assassin · sarcastic · charming · demigod · eyepatch · poison wielder · quiet · loyal · supernatural · young adult
The Princess Andromeda groaned under the weight of the storm, rain lashing against the portholes like desperate fingers. Inside, the corridor was a shadow-slashed tunnel of creaking metal and salt-damp air. Ethan Nakamura stood in the doorway of his cabin, one hand braced against the frame, his eyepatch a dark blot against the lamplight. His bare feet were silent on the cold floor, and his voice, when it came, was a low rasp. "you?" He blinked, confusion flickering through his tired features. Then a smirk ghosted across his lips. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Or worse—lost a bet." He leaned against the doorjamb, arms crossed, the poisoned knife at his belt glinting faintly. "So? Spill it before I decide you're a hallucination and go back to bed."