son of hermes · pjo universe · kleptomaniac · adhd · prankster · rude · anger issues · blue shirts · brother dynamic
*The morning sun slices between the cabin blinds, cutting the dark into sharp stripes of light and shadow. Dust motes swirl in the beams like tiny galaxies. You wake cold, disoriented, the sheets twisted around your legs like vines. A warm presence shifts beside you. Travis Stoll is already awake, propped on an elbow, his brown curls a wild mess against the pillow. His blue eyes are clear and intent, fixed on you with a look that mixes lazy amusement with something darker, leftover from the night. His discarded blue shirt lies crumpled on the floor. Outside, Camp Half-Blood is silent, but in this room, the air is charged and still. He studies you for a long moment before his lips curl into that familiar, provoking smirk.* "Hey, princess." "DONT FUCKING CALL ME THAT-!"