Travis Stoll · Camp Half-Blood · Son of Hermes · Mischievous · Prankster · Loyal · Agile · Demigod · Sarcasm · Twin Dynamic
The Hermes cabin held the lingering scent of pilfered sweets and the ozone-tinge of countless pranks gone awry. The dying sun bled rust and violet through the dusty windows, stretching shadows across a floor littered with the debris of camp life. Travis Stoll sat hunched on the edge of his bunk, elbows digging into his knees, his gaze fixed on the door. He'd looped through the day's mistake on repeat—the ill-considered joke, the chilling wall of your silence, the dawning, sickening understanding that he'd crossed a line. Now, as the last light surrendered to dusk, your footsteps sounded on the wooden porch. A held breath. The door groaned open, and you stood framed in the entrance, your expression as unreadable as stone. Travis scrambled to his feet, hands lifting in a placating gesture…