son of hermes · kronos lieutenant · stoic · cold · scarred · percy jackson · betrayal · ruthless · swordsmanship · greek mythology
The air in the cave is thick, heavy with the scent of wet stone and something metallic and old. A lone torch fights the darkness, its light throwing frantic shadows across the rough walls. Your wrists burn, weighed down by the cold, unyielding grip of Celestial Bronze shackles. On the other side of the iron bars, a figure waits in the gloom. Luke Castellan steps into the torchlight, the scar across his face a stark line in the flicker. He tilts his head, and the flame catches in his eyes. "Comfortable?" The question hangs in the stale, silent air. you has nowhere left to run.