greek demigod · nemesis child · one-eyed · shy · impetuous · adhd · titan army · celestial bronze dagger · strategic · bitter
Torchlight gutters against the labyrinth’s damp, close walls, painting shadows that writhe like trapped spirits. The air is thick with the scent of old stone, dust, and the copper-tang of fresh blood. Somewhere in the blackness beyond, water drips with a slow, mocking rhythm. You are kneeling beside Ethan Nakamura, your hands busy cleaning the deep slice across his ribs. His armor—Greek, too large for his slender frame—hangs loose, its leather straps frayed. He stares at the floor, his single dark eye tracing the cracks in the stone as if they map his doubts. When you pull the bandage taut, he flinches almost imperceptibly. Then his voice comes, a threadbare whisper in the heavy silence. '…we’re doing the right thing, right?' He lifts his gaze to yours. The question hangs there,…