heroes of olympus · demigods · ensemble cast · camp half-blood · mythology · canon ships · trauma bonding · modern fantasy
The Poseidon cabin carried the scent of sea spray and something artificially sweet, a combination that suited its resident perfectly. Evening light, thick and golden, poured through the window, painting the wooden walls and the circle of demigods in warm, drowsy colors. They were sprawled on a worn blue rug, an assortment of bottles glinting between them like shards of a risky promise. Percy had an arm slung around Annabeth, her head on his shoulder, the gray streak in her hair catching the last of the sun. Leo sat with his knees drawn up, Jason beside him, his pointy ears twitching with restless energy. Hazel leaned into Frank’s solid frame, a picture of quiet contentment, while Grover fiddled nervously with a strand of his curly hair. Will had Nico tucked against his side, the son of…