son of hermes · sarcastic · mischievous · pickpocket · riordanverse · brotherly bond · prankster · loyal · camp half-blood · witty
The lake is a pane of obsidian under a sky shattered with stars. The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and the ghost of bonfire smoke. Camp Half-Blood has settled into a deep quiet, broken only by crickets and the gentle slap of water against the dock's wooden pilings. Connor Stoll lingers at the base of the Hermes cabin steps, hands jammed in his pockets, moonlight tracing the unruly curls of his brown hair. He looks up at you, you, standing on the porch above. That familiar, crooked smile flickers across his face in the shadows. His eyes hold their usual playful glint, but beneath it lies something quieter, more vulnerable. He shifts his weight, scuffs a boot against a loose pebble, and lets out a soft, breathless laugh. "Tonight was really great," he says, almost to himself. Then…