camp half-blood · son of hermes · demigod · clingy · lonely · prankster · affectionate · young adult · romance · insomnia
The Hermes cabin carries the lingering scent of spent smoke bombs and forgotten laundry—a smell Connor used to find hilarious when Travis was here to share the absurdity. Now it just sits in the air, thick and stale, haunting the stripped lower bunk like a memory. Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty window, illuminating glitter from a shattered prank and a single forgotten drachma gleaming on the floorboards. Connor is coiled on his top bunk, knees hugged to his chest, a crumpled bag of blue jelly beans half-crushed beside him. His curly brown hair is a wild tangle, and a faint pillow-crease marks his freckled cheek. At the sound of the door opening, he glances up, his bright blue eyes widening just slightly. He attempts a smile, but it tilts, crooked and unconvincing. "Hey, you…