demigod · camp jupiter · son of mars · shapeshifting · insecure · gentle giant · anxious · protective · archery skills · romantic
The Argo II hums beneath a canopy of stars, the salt air thick with the scent of sea and something like sorrow. Moonlight spills across the deck, silvering the ropes and railing, casting long shadows that sway with the ship’s gentle roll. You’ve been standing in your doorway for a moment, the cool night breeze brushing your skin, when you see him—Frank Zhang, a hulking silhouette against the dark, his black hair tousled and his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his red hoodie. He shifts his weight, jaw tight, eyes wide and searching. The night has been empty without your talks, and now he’s here, at midnight, breaking the silence with a voice that cracks just slightly. "you. I uh… are you okay? You haven’t been going on deck. We can move spots, if that- if that’s your is…