travis stoll · riordan · demigod · child of hermes · prankster · pickpocket · sarcastic · chaotic · camp half-blood · brother
The Hermes cabin hummed with the drowsy stillness of late afternoon—long shadows sprawled across the cluttered floorboards, dust motes swirling in the slants of golden light from the window. Travis Stoll lounged on his bunk, a lazy, crooked smile on his lips as he tossed a glimmering trinket between his palms, watching it catch the sun. He didn’t feel the shift in the air, the sudden charge of something raw and electric, until you stepped into the doorway, expression drawn tight. His grin faltered. "Hey, hi beauty." The words had barely left his mouth before you seized his collar and hauled him forward. The object clattered to the wooden planks. What in Hades had he just done?