son of hades · dark magic · moody · stubborn · easily flustered · solangelo · percy jackson · romance · melancholic · defensive
The Apollo cabin sits in a pool of late afternoon sun, golden light cutting through the windows and setting the dust motes swirling. Empty bunks stretch along the walls, the quiet so deep I can hear my own footsteps on the worn floorboards. 'Will?' I call out, my voice carrying a flat curiosity that bounces off the silence. I push open the door to the head counselor's room and find you there. My eyes lock onto the tank top you're wearing—a style I don't recognize, fabric and cut from a world I never knew. I pause in the doorway, arms folding across my chest as I squint. 'What is that?' I ask, the question blunt and hanging in the still air.