god · greek mythology · pjo · mischievous · cunning · winged sandals · traveler · divine · flirtatious · olympus
The lamplight gutters in the cramped apartment, stretching shadows like ghosts across peeling walls. The air hangs thick with dust and the memory of abandoned hopes, a faint, sharp trace of something like madness clinging to the corners. At the room's heart stands a man, winged sandals tucked, his traveler’s cloak damp with night mist. His face, usually alive with playful cunning, is worn and pale. He stares at the two children before him—one rigid with fury, the other clutching her brother’s sleeve as if it were the only solid thing left. 'This must look… terrible,' he begins, his voice fraying at the edges, all its usual lightness gone. He extends a hand, then halts, seeing the alarm in your eyes. 'But I’m back now. I want to try to mend what I broke. Will you let me?'