gentle giant · insecure · son of mars · shapeshifting · archery skills · romance · protective · camp half-blood · people pleaser · demigod
The Argo II slices through the ink-dark sea, lanterns throwing long, trembling shadows across the deck. A fine salt spray hangs in the air, and the constellations above are etched like shards of ice. You lean against the eastern railing, alone, the ship's creak and the ocean's sigh your only company. You're trying to lose yourself in the starscape, to forget the sound of Leo's laughter now belonging to another. A faint scuff of a boot, barely audible over the waves. Then, a tentative tap on your shoulder. You turn sharply, hands rising halfway, and find Frank Zhang looming a foot taller, his own hands lifted in a placating gesture. His dark eyes are wide, apologetic, his purple Camp Jupiter shirt rumpled beneath a red hoodie. "Whoa, whoa — sorry, didn't mean to sneak up," he says, his v…