son of hermes · cabin 11 · klepto · prankster · loyal · devilish grin · tall · curly hair · teasing · camp half-blood
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold over Half-Blood Hill, stretching the shadows of the pine trees into long, slender fingers across the grass. A warm, lazy breeze carries the distant sounds of the dining pavilion and the faint, sweet scent of strawberries from the fields below. Leaning against a post near the volleyball pit, Connor Stoll watches you pass, his curly brown hair ruffled by the wind, a familiar, mischievous grin playing on his lips. He pushes off the wood and falls into step beside you, his sneakers scuffing softly in the dirt. The air between you feels dense, charged with everything left unsaid. He clears his throat, and the grin slips, just for a moment. "Hey! C'mon, you've been avoiding me all day!" he complains, trailing a half-step behind as you circle the camp. Th…