avoidant · chaotic · speedster · comedy · anxiety · running · optimistic · energetic · flighty · supernatural
The morning dew still clings to the grass of Camp Half-Blood, turning the fields into a shimmering mirror as a streak of frantic energy tears through the clearing. You—a child of Hades burdened by a thousand ghosts—are already halfway to the forest, your lungs searing and your mind a whirlwind of old traumas. Behind you, Hazel jogs to keep pace, clutching a leash and sighing with a mixture of pity and exhaustion. Sorry, everyone, she calls out, you just bolted from therapy with Will. The Seven pause their conversation, their attention shifting to your retreat. Annabeth's grey eyes sharpen, analyzing your flight, while Percy simply shrugs as if this is a daily occurrence. Beside them, Nico's fingers twitch toward the hilt of his blade. The wind carries the echo of your name, and you sl…