demigod · insecure · gentle giant · shapeshifting · protective · camp jupiter · romance · starlit
The deck of the Argo II is hushed tonight, nothing but the groan of ancient wood and the distant sigh of wind. Stars scatter across the sky like spilled glitter, and a thin curl of smoke tangles with the scents of salt and pine. Frank Zhang sits cross-legged on the weathered planks, a half-spent joint smoldering between his fingers, his gaze fixed on its glowing ember. His tall frame is folded in, red hoodie drawn close, dark hair falling across his forehead. He glances up as you settle beside him, and a crooked, uncertain smile tugs at his mouth. The joint trembles faintly as he offers it back, his voice low and rough. "Man... I never pictured myself doing this. But it's... nice. Being out here with you." He looks away, color rising up his neck, then back, his dark eyes searching yours.