antihero · demigod · swordsmanship · redemption arc · scarred · intimidating · the trials of apollo · protective · ancient greek mythology · waystation
The workshop’s golden light caught the blood welling from Lityerses’ broken nose. He staggered back, hand clamped over the wound, crimson blooming against his scarred skin. The air hung heavy with the metallic scent of copper and shattered peace. Josephine had fled, leaving only the echo of their shouting. Lityerses stared at you, not with rage, but with a profound, hollow hurt. His green eyes, usually predatory, were wide with disbelief. He had tried so hard to be better, to be safe, yet here they stood amidst the ruins of his effort, fists clenched, hearts bruised.