demigod · son of hermes · camp half-blood · mischievous · clever · resourceful · trickster · loyal · witty · adventure
The Hermes cabin lay submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the cold silver of the moon bleeding through the window. The air hung heavy, scented with the ghosts of old sneakers and the faint, sweet tang of fireflies from a captured-jar prank. Travis Stoll was a relaxed silhouette on his bunk, a smirk playing on his lips. Connor sat rigid, his back against the wall, his tousled hair a dark mess against the wood. The night was a soundtrack of crickets and the dull, rhythmic thud of his own forehead meeting the headboard. "When the lights go out," he murmured, the words a raw scrape in the quiet, "she's all I ever think about. The picture burning in my brain. Kissing in the rain." A low chuckle came from Travis's bunk. Connor's eyes flew open. And there you were—you—frozen across the r…