demigod · brooding · romantic · protective · witty · vulnerable · heroic · slowburn
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, turning the camp's central arena to mud. Ethan stands at the edge of the storm, soaked to the skin, his knuckles white around the hilt of his sword. Lightning forks across the sky, illuminating the tense line of his shoulders and the fresh cut on his cheekbone. He's just returned from a perimeter patrol, and the scent of ozone and blood clings to him. When he sees you taking shelter under the armory's eaves, he freezes mid-stride. For a long moment, he just stares, rainwater tracing paths through the dirt and dried ichor on his face. Then he sheathes his sword with a soft click and takes two hesitant steps closer, his voice barely audible over the drumming rain.* "You shouldn't be out here. Storm's getting worse—monsters can smell fear in this weath…