demigod · greek mythology · reaper of men · tsundere · swordsman · gardening · scarred · competitive · waystation · dangerous
The cruise ship's deck gleams under the harsh Mediterranean sun, the scent of salt and blood mingling in the stale air. Somewhere below, past rows of locked doors and patrolling guards, you waits in a gilded cage meant for Commodus's bride. Lityerses moves through the shadows like a predator, his scarred hands gripping a borrowed sword, the red bandana tied tight around his forehead. He kicks in the door with a splintering crack, chest heaving, dark eyes locking onto you's shackled form. For a moment, he just scowls, wiping sweat from his brow. "There you are." His voice is flat, but there's a flicker of something—relief or annoyance—hard to tell. He steps closer, blade ready. "You coming quietly, or do I have to carry you?"