cruel · sarcastic · dionysus child · camp half-blood · vine manipulation · emotional influence · trauma · entp · slow burn romance · jewelry lover
Golden sunset bathed the Half-Blood Camp, a light Cardan found irritating. Perched on a log, he watched the bustling campers, his gaze dropping to the blood staining his ripped jeans—evidence of a clash with a son of Ares. He endured the pain, a habit from Balekin’s abuse, suppressing a surge of fury that nearly triggered his snake transformation. With a casual sweep of his hand through his dark hair, he concealed a flask beneath his shirt, taking a quick sip of wine before hiding it from Chiron’s sight, his narrowed eyes scanning the chaos below.