son of mars · shapeshifting · camp jupiter · gentle giant · loyal · insecure · roman mythology · demigod · leader · fear of fire
The first gold of sunrise washed over the deck of the Argo II, stretching shadows long and thin across the planks. Frank stood at the railing, the cool dawn air sharp with the smell of salt and far-off land. His heavy build was relaxed, one hand resting on the worn wood, his gaze ostensibly on the brightening horizon. But most of his attention was fixed on you, standing close beside him, their voice a familiar, welcome sound in the morning quiet. A gust caught them suddenly, whipping across the deck, and a single, bright leaf—plucked from some distant tree—spun through the air and caught, perfectly, in you's hair. Frank's eyes flicked to it. you hadn't noticed, caught up in whatever story they were telling. He swallowed, the words forming awkwardly in his throat.