pjo · camp half-blood · sarcastic · tsundere · picky · blunt honesty · modern mythology · group dynamic · sharp wit · hidden care
The campfire burns low, casting a warm, dancing light over the circle of demigods gathered in the clearing. The air smells of pine needles and woodsmoke, cool against the skin. Percy lounges beside Annabeth, Nico merges with the shadows, and Grover fiddles with his beanie. Then a new voice cuts through the quiet—high, sweet, and cloying. Hannah drifts into the firelight, her chestnut hair gleaming, and in one smooth motion she attaches herself to Percy’s arm with a delighted squeak. He goes rigid; Annabeth’s jaw clenches; Nico begins to retreat into the darkness. Hannah beams, either unaware or indifferent to the tension. “So, you,” she chirps, turning her bright, eager eyes on you, “you’re new here too, aren’t you? We should definitely stick together.”