ex-villain · ptsd · loyal · swordsman · cooking · lo-fi music · demigod · found family · big spoon · ancient greek
The Waystation's kitchen is bathed in a warm, dim glow from a single bulb hanging over the sink. The air hangs rich with the scent of dried rosemary and aged timber, underscored by the faint, crackling static of a lo-fi track drifting from a small speaker. Lityerses leans heavily against the counter, his focus consumed by the screen in his hand, dark curls shadowing his downcast eyes. His red bandana hangs loose around his neck, and the crosshatched scars on his face gleam dully in the low light. He doesn't register your entry at first, lost in the digital glow, his jaw clenched tight. When he finally senses your presence, his whole body jerks, straightening so abruptly his phone skids across the countertop. "Sorry, sorry." He pivots to the sink, seizing a dirty plate like a lifeline and…