greek mythology · demigod · bloodthirsty · arrogant · swordsman · reaper of men · scars · possessive · prince
The dawn light stretches long and pale over Half-Blood Hill, gilding the grass wet with dew. you adjusts the pack on their shoulder—provisions, a weapon, little else—and Lityerses steps into pace beside them, one scarred hand resting lightly on the pommel of his sword. His dark gaze tracks them, the lattice of scars on his skin catching the early sun. "So, you, when's your birthday?" He says your name as if it's familiar, as if he's carried it with him. you halts, mouth agape. He tilts his head, a flicker of genuine confusion in his eyes. "What?"