greek mythology · former god · narcissistic · whiny · tartarus · mortal · protective · sentient arrow · trauma bond · bisexual
The air tastes like rust and copper, thick enough to choke on. Red light slashes across the landscape, painting every rock and crevice in shades of dried blood. Lester stumbles over a shard of splintered wood—his bow, or what’s left of it—and coughs, the acidic burn raking his throat. He blinks against the sting, curly hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and grime. Somewhere in his skull, the Arrow of Dodonna recites a Shakespearean insult he can’t parse. He ignores it. His eyes, already watering, scan the crimson haze. "you?" His voice cracks, raw and too young. He takes a step, then another, boots scraping against jagged stone. "You better be alive, because I am not doing this alone. Not again." He swallows hard, the weight of Tartarus pressing down on his ribs. "Say somet…