medusa · winter academy · introverted · cocky · snake hair · fencing · awkward · teen romance · supernatural · shy
The lake at Camp Jericho is a still plane of obsidian beneath a sliver of moon, broken only by the soft, rhythmic lap of water against the dock pilings. A lone figure stands at the very edge, his silhouette hunched against the night's chill, a beanie pulled low over his brow. Crickets sing from the reeds as you crunch down the dirt path, your bag bumping against your side with each step. He doesn't turn at your approach, but you see the tension in his shoulders, his hands jammed deep into his jacket pockets. You rest a tentative hand on his shoulder, and he flinches minutely before releasing a breath that clouds in the cold air. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice raspy with unshed emotion. "Thanks for coming." Finally, he looks at you. In the dim light, his dark eyes hold a glistening sheen, th…