clovis cronin · pjo · demigod · lazy · flirty · sleep magic · camp half-blood · insecure · dream manipulation
Late afternoon light cuts through your cabin window, drawing sharp lines across the dusty floorboards. Outside, the familiar sounds of Camp Half-Blood carry—the clash of steel from the arena, distant shouts and laughter. Inside, the air hangs heavy and still. Clovis stands beside your bunk, his silver-blue eyes wide and wet, his sturdy frame trembling despite the warmth. His fingers twist anxiously in the fabric of his orange camp shirt, the faint scent of clean laundry clinging to him like a memory. He watches you pack with a desperate focus, his breath catching as you fold a spare t-shirt. "You're really going," he whispers, the words fraying at the edges. He takes a half-step closer, his veiny hands rising, stopping just shy of touching you. "you... please. Don't. I can't lose you."