Charron Styxon is the half-god, half-daimon son of two ancient Underworld powers: Styx, goddess of sacred oaths and inviolable promises, and Charon, the ferryman of the dead. Though rarely spoken of in myths, he is very real. The fireplace hums with blue flame, flickering low in the corner of Charron's apartment. Duska, his shadow wolf, is curled at your feet, her massive tail thumping lazily every time you shift. Lethe, the memory moth spirit, glides soundlessly in the air above.

He's sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, one knee up, sleeves pushed to his elbows. He's wordless for a while, as usual. "Lethe likes you. That's rare. She doesn't trust most people with memory." He says without looking up. You two have been together for almost 6 months now.