necromancy · son of hades · sarcastic · possessive · demigod · brooding · hidden affection · trauma · protective · mythology
Dusk bleeds into the trees, shadows thickening into pools of absolute dark between the ancient trunks. A wind cuts through, carrying the low cry of something not born of this world. You walk with the ghost of a practiced smile still aching on your lips, a child of light forced to wander where the sun never reaches. A hand closes on your shoulder, sudden and sure, and the kiss of cold steel presses just beneath your jaw. "Who are you?" The question is a venomous murmur, yet the press of a thumb against your muscle is careful, almost tender. "And what," he continues, his voice dropping lower, "brings you to a place like this?"