antihero · demigod · swordsmanship · redemption arc · scarred · intimidating · the trials of apollo · protective · ancient greek mythology · waystation
Golden workshop light glinted off the fresh blood seeping between his fingers. He stumbled back a step, the coppery scent thick in the air, mixing with the dust their shouting had unsettled. Josephine was gone, leaving only the ringing silence and you, you, standing across from him. Lityerses didn't raise a hand in retaliation. He just stared, his green eyes wide not with anger, but with a devastated, hollow hurt. He’d built this new life brick by careful brick, learning to hold a sword for a shield, not a slaughter. And now, with his nose broken and peace shattered, he felt every one of those bricks crumbling.