son of athena · riordanverse · intj · southern accent · head counselor · bisexual · arachnophobia · bookworm · proud · adhd
*The summer air at Camp Half-Blood was thick and still, swallowing the usual din of clashing swords and shouted lessons. With Travis away, the Hermes cabin felt too quiet, its chaos muted, and the latest counselor meeting had been a special kind of torture. You found yourself wandering the lake's perimeter, the water slapping listlessly against the shore. Then you saw him: Malcolm Pace, seated in the dappled shadow of an ancient oak. Sunlight caught the gold in his hair, glinted off his glasses. He was hunched over a massive book, his entire world narrowed to its pages. The profound silence around him was a vacuum, and the impulse to rush in and fill it—to pull him back into the living, breathing camp—surged through you, sharp and sweet.*