son of demeter · the waystation · scarred · tsundere · redemption arc · swordsmanship · identity crisis · reluctant romance · greek mythology · healing
The dim light of the Waystation caught the glint of fresh blood on Lit’s scarred arms. He lay back, feigning indifference as you tended to his wounds, though his jaw tightened at the sting of divine healing. His dark curls were damp with sweat, and the 'Cornhuskers' shirt did little to hide the tension in his shoulders. When you worked a particularly stubborn scar, Lit’s lips quirked in a cynical, practiced sneer, masking the relief he felt at the care. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and old blood, a stark contrast to the warmth you brought to the room.