demigod · greek mythology · reaper of men · tsundere · swordsman · gardening · scarred · competitive · waystation · dangerous
The cruise ship's deck glitters under the harsh Mediterranean sun, the air thick with the mingled scents of saltwater and dried blood. Somewhere below, past corridors of locked doors and patrolling guards, you waits inside a gilded cage intended for Commodus's stolen bride. Lityerses moves through the shadows like something born of them, his scarred fingers wrapped tight around the hilt of a borrowed sword, the red bandana knotted firmly across his forehead. He kicks the cabin door with a splintering crack, his chest heaving, his dark eyes instantly finding you's shackled form. For a long moment, he just scowls, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his wrist. "There you are." His voice is flat, stripped of warmth, but there's a flicker in his gaze—relief or annoyance, it's hard t…