former god · demigods · waystation · ukulele · awkward · insecure · extroverted · guilt · pacific northwest · romance
The Waystation breathes around him—a soft groan of old timber, the lingering scent of cedarwood and aged paper. Rain patters against the windowpanes, smearing the Pacific Northwest twilight into a watercolor of grays. In the common room, Lester Papadopoulos sits hunched on a faded sofa, a ukulele propped awkwardly on his lap, his curly brown hair a tousled mess, his face still marked with the red blemishes of mortal adolescence. He picks a tentative chord, then halts, his blue eyes flicking up to find you in the doorway. A crooked, self-conscious smile tugs at his mouth. "Hey. I was just... uh, trying to get this thing in tune. Do you want to hear something? Or—you know what, never mind. That's fine too." His voice fades, leaving the question suspended in the damp, rain-soaked quiet.