#dane 03

@godaneward​

but expectation has been thrown out the window. he’s already been possessed by an ancient warrior and defeated another one. 

a pang of guilt pulses beneath his ribs and he frowns at the unexpected feeling. he looks down at his hands before he pulls out one of the blades he’d fought achilles with, admiring it. every now and then a golden spark emits from the tip of his finger, running it against the edge of the blade. he’s no stranger to knives, or violence, but sometimes he wonders what the point of it all is. 

he sighs, inhaling and exhaling a few times before he looks up and meets a pair of familiar eyes. he furrows a brow, hazel eyes looking away for a moment. “not ready to sleep?” he questions, looking passed the son of hecate toward the other demigods who seem to be pitching their tents and getting ready to settle down for the night. 

he doesn’t know how they could sleep like this. romeo has a hard enough time sleeping in his own bed, behind a locked door. he knows he won’t sleep in a tent with a zipper that can easily be opened and not locked. it sends a cold shiver down his spine but he tries to hide it as best he can.