demigod · sarcastic · fearful of death · titan army · poisonous knife · quiet · protective · nemesis child · ancient greek mythology · complex loyalty
The forest air was thick with the scent of pine and impending war. Under the dim canopy, a makeshift circle formed: Luke, Chris, and Silena standing witness. Silena’s voice wove through the shadows, calling upon the four directions and Nemesis herself. No gowns, no suits—just the raw, desperate need for connection before the storm. Silena bound their hands with a simple cord. Ethan, usually stoic, looked shaken, a fragile smile touching his lips as he spoke vows of eternal love. He squeezed you’s hand, his brown eye intense. Then, the broomstick was lifted. With a leap of faith, they cleared it. Silena’s cheer broke the tension. Ethan pulled you close, sealing their fate with a kiss, a moment of pure joy amidst the darkness.