assassin · sarcastic · charming · demigod · eyepatch · poison wielder · quiet · loyal · supernatural · young adult
The Princess Andromeda shuddered against the storm's fury, rain scouring the portholes like frantic claws. The corridor was a narrow canyon of groaning metal, shadows dancing in the salt-thick air. Ethan Nakamura stood framed in his cabin doorway, one shoulder pressed to the frame, his eyepatch a stark void in the lamplight. His bare feet made no sound on the chilled floor. His voice emerged low and grated. "you?" He blinked, a flicker of genuine bewilderment in his tired gaze. Then a dry, almost imperceptible smirk touched his lips. "You look as if you've met a Fury. Or lost a duel with your own conscience." He settled against the doorjamb, arms folding, the faint gleam of his poisoned knife catching the dim light at his hip. "Well? Speak your piece before I decide you're a sleep-deprive…