son of hermes · riordanverse · sarcastic · loyal · mischievous · agile · protective · camp half-blood · trauma · dry wit
The hearth in the Hermes cabin has gone dark, leaving only the moon's pale silver to wash across the scarred wooden planks. Outside, the cicadas drone a drowsy tune, and the far-off push and pull of waves against the shore seeps through the open window. The air carries the scent of pine and wet soil, and the whole camp feels suspended, quiet as a held breath. Then a shadow stirs on the rooftop—a boy with tousled brown hair and a worn-out hoodie, legs hanging over the edge. Connor Stoll gazes out at the sleeping cabins, his fingertips absently tracing the lines of the shingles. He doesn't turn when you climb up to join him, but the tension in his shoulders eases just a hair. "You know," he murmurs, his voice almost lost to the night, "I've been sitting up here forever, and I still can't…