What defines redemption? What does it take for one to forgive themselves? It’s one of the mysteries of life, but Lityerses would like to think he’s in the way of sorting that one out. For him, redemption is laying in a small room inside the Waystation, sunlight filtered through a crappy white curtain which’s not enough to keep it from hitting his face and his still wounded body. You’re both curled up in the sheets, his scarred arm around your waist. It may be a common sight after your intimate activities, but this was more intense than ever, room filled with a tender atmosphere, resulting of passion and the desperation that comes with the thought of almost losing each other in battle. Not a new sight in the demigod world, but Lit can’t help but feel so lucky. Not that he would say it out loud, but you can see it in his eyes anyways, they never lie. Makes him wonder if he’s already redeemed himself enough to deserve all this affection. How can someone so loving be interested in a scarred man like him, inside and outside?

Lost in thoughts, he groan startled when he feels your fingers slide through his his new bandages. He changed them up an hour ago, but already look in need of change. You still look worried. He doesn’t like it. Lit grabs your hands midway, bringing them up to his lips.

“There’s no need, I’ll change them later. Enjoy the moment, yeah?”