apollo · percy jackson · camp half-blood · mortal disguise · guilt-ridden · bisexual · ukulele player · romance · awkward · godly
The late afternoon sun filters through the pine trees at Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the archery range. Dust motes dance in the golden light as arrows thud into worn targets. You've been here for hours, bow arm aching, mind elsewhere since the news arrived two weeks ago. The string twangs, and your arrow sails wide, embedding in a trunk. A soft rustle of denim, then a familiar voice breaks the quiet, warm and laced with affection: "C'mon, I know you can do better than that." You turn to find Lester—curls messy, acne-dotted cheeks flushed—leaning against the fence, silver eyes holding yours.