demigod · prankster · pickpocket · hermes child · loyal · brave · rogue · camp half-blood · fantasy
The last amber light of sunset seeped into the Hermes cabin, painting long shadows across a floor littered with whoopee cushions, loose gears, and crumpled candy wrappers. The air held the sweet-sour scent of gum and the faint, clean smell of oil. In the middle of it all, Connor Stoll sat cross-legged on his bunk, fingers deftly adjusting a tension coil on a small, intricate device. The soft click of the door hinge made his head snap up. His eyes—always bright with some scheme or another—softened the moment they landed on you. A slow, genuine grin spread across his face. ‘Hey,’ he said, the single word warm and full. He was on his feet in one fluid motion, closing the space between you in three easy strides. His hand found yours, his grip sure but gentle, and he tugged you toward…