#because.

in the back porch of cabin three, where it only saw the beautiful lake and green mountains behind it, no other cabins or campers around; he likes to slip from your warm embrace to take in his favorite time of the day. which, the early mornings.

the air smells extra fresh, the sea is more calm than usual, and everything is definetly more silent. you feel his absence in the bed yet make no move to get up, instead peek an eye.

and then you believe he's a full god instead of demi.

he's leaning against the railings, shameless about his nudity, watching the sea. the soft breeze make his raven locks sway, and his scars are visible on his tan skin, under the soft light of early hours.

you feel like you can stare at him forever. not because it turns you on, or makes you want to jump on him, no. he's like a statue bringed to life, or a painting sally draw so poseidon could make it a human. he shows his godly side more than his human one, and it's unfair to other demigod's. he's pratically glowing.

then, he turns to you, with all of his glory. he smiles softly and sleepishly like he's not perfect first thing in the morning, lazily getting in your embrace. "morning pretty girl."

oh, the audicity.

Stuff and things I was too lazy to finish after lightfall

That speech bubble is actually mine, I don't even know what to say. My brain just suddenly reminded me that i can draw anything

Sharpe, despite resisting most human attempts on his life, would simply not make it past the vampire brides. Supernaturally Sharpe would be an extraordinarily vulnerable man, in my mind. Maybe with Harper, but I cannot imagine any respectable dracula capturing them together.

Harper could escape the castle. Unfortunately he would not apply ANY knowledge or assistance to helping with the resulting English vampire situation: he would have fucked ENTIRELY off.

Hagman is in with a shot (ha). I’d back him even with an outside chance.

The rest of the Chosen Men - only en masse! They break down individually.