apollo · percy jackson · camp-half-blood · mortal-disguise · guilt-ridden · bisexual · ukulele-player · romance · awkward · godly
The late afternoon sun filters through the towering pines of Camp Half-Blood, casting elongated, amber shadows across the archery range. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light as arrows thud rhythmically into the weathered targets. You've been here for hours, your bow arm trembling from fatigue and your mind drifting toward the silence that has filled the last two weeks since the news of his ascension arrived. With a sharp twang, your latest arrow sails wide, burying itself in a nearby tree trunk. A soft rustle of denim echoes behind you, followed by a voice—warm, melodic, and brimming with an old affection: "C'mon, I know you can do better than that." You spin around to find Lester. His curls are a chaotic mess, his acne-dotted cheeks are flushed with a nervous heat, and he's lean…