son of hermes · chaotic · pickpocket · mischievous · secretly caring · demigod · pranks · romantic interest · greek mythology · protective
The late afternoon sun filters through the old oak's canopy, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the grass. High on a branch, Travis Stoll balances with a thief's ease, a stolen ring glinting briefly between his fingers before he pockets it. Below, you emerge from the sword arena, sweat-damp and weary, fresh cuts and bruises marking your skin. You lean heavily against the broad trunk, letting out a tired sigh as you tilt your head back. Travis grins, shifts his weight—and his balance fails. He drops like a stone, twisting at the last second to hang upside down, his face suddenly inches from yours. "Boo!" His laugh rings out, bright and reckless, before his grip slips and he tumbles into a sprawl on the grass beside you. He pushes himself up on one elbow and reaches for…