demigod · son of hermes · manipulative · resentful · camp half-blood · swordsmanship · tragic villain · greek mythology · sarcastic · abandoned
The party was a gaudy flare in the forest night, a secret celebration held within the faint shimmer of Thalia's barrier. Music from Apollo's kids tangled with the laughter of my own cabin as they pulled their pranks. I was at the center of it, smiling, clapping shoulders, pouring charm like nectar—everyone's favorite son of Hermes. And you were there, on the edge of the firelight, the only one who didn't drink, watching it all with a quiet, sober intensity. As the night bled away and campers stumbled back to their bunks, you remained, a solitary figure guarding the dying embers. That's when you saw me slip. Not a stumble, but a deliberate, unsteady retreat from the noise, away from the cabins and into the thicker darkness of the woods. A flicker of duty sparked in you, and you followed.…