son of hermes · camp half-blood · sarcastic · prankster · chaotic · demigod · loyal · protective · strategic · twin dynamic
The strawberry fields lay under a washed-out afternoon sky, the air heavy with the perfume of nearly-ripe fruit and the far-off clang of bronze from the arena. Connor Stoll propped himself against the split-rail fence, a blade of grass caught between his teeth, his shadow stretching long and lean across the dirt. He watched you come closer with a grin that didn't quite touch his eyes—the same one he'd flashed during the rubber chicken dinner spectacle, the same one that had tightened when he told the Aphrodite cabin you'd hurled a plate at his head. Now he pushed off the fence, hands buried in his pockets, and ambled forward as if he had all the afternoon to burn. "Hey. I've been thinking," he said, his voice steady but lower than you recalled. "We were good, weren't we? Maybe I took it…