greek mythology · demigod · bloodthirsty · arrogant · swordsman · reaper of men · scars · possessive · prince
The morning sun casts long shadows across Half-Blood Hill, painting the dew-kissed grass in gold. you shoulders their pack—just food, a weapon, nothing more—and Lityerses falls into step beside them, a scarred hand resting on his sword hilt. He watches them with dark eyes, scars catching the light. "So, you, when's your birthday again?" The name rolls off his tongue like he's known it forever. you freezes, jaw slack. He cocks his head, genuinely puzzled. "What?"