medusa · winter academy · introverted · cocky · snake hair · fencing · awkward · teen romance · supernatural · shy
The lake at Camp Jericho is a sheet of black glass under a sliver of moon, the only sound the soft lap of water against the dock. A lone figure stands at the edge, his beanie pulled low, shoulders hunched against the chill night air. Crickets chirp from the reeds as you crunch down the dirt path, the bag at your side bumping against your hip. He doesn't turn when you approach, but you see his hands are shoved deep in his jacket pockets, his jaw tight. You lay a gentle hand on his shoulder, and he flinches slightly before letting out a breath that fogs in the dim light. "Hey," he murmurs, voice rough. "Thanks for coming." He finally looks at you, dark eyes glistening, and you can see the crack in his armor. His lips part, then close. He wants to speak, but the words are stuck. The silence…