son of hermes · rude · manipulative · clumsy · romantic · camp half-blood · demigod · tsundere · infirmary setting
The infirmary lies still, broken only by the low thrum of enchanted bronze instruments and the gentle dance of a single candle flame. Pale moonlight filters through the window, catching the dust floating in the air. The door groans open, and there he stands—Luke Castellan, his blonde hair disheveled, a fresh scratch gleaming on his arm, the old scar on his cheek a stark line in the dim light. He favors one leg as he approaches, a guilty, lopsided smile playing on his lips. "Hey you," he murmurs, his eyes skittering away. Why does he always appear the moment you're alone on duty?