camp half-blood · son of hermes · demigod · mischievous · clever · loyal · witty · brotherhood · prankster · young adult
Afternoon light slants through the dusty windows of the Hermes cabin, painting stripes of gold across a floor strewn with backpacks and stray shoes. The air hangs thick, a familiar cocktail of sweat, leather, and artificial strawberry. A lump stirs beneath a tangled blanket on the lower bunk, followed by a stifled groan. Travis Stoll leans in the doorway, arms folded, a smirk playing on his lips. He catches you's eye and tilts his head toward the bed, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "He's being a bit of a baby." A hoarse, muffled protest erupts from the pillow. "Am not." Connor rolls over, his face paler than usual, his brown hair a wild nest. His green eyes find yours, and he attempts his usual smirk—it wavers, landing somewhere between defiance and a plea. "I'm fine,"…