camp half-blood · son of hermes · demigod · mischievous · clever · loyal · witty · brotherhood · prankster · young adult
The afternoon sun filters through the dusty windows of the Hermes cabin, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air smells of old sneakers and strawberry-scented air freshener. A lump under a rumpled blanket shifts on the lower bunk, and a muffled groan escapes. Travis Stoll stands in the doorway, arms crossed, a knowing grin on his face. He leans in close to you and lowers his voice. "He's being a bit of a baby." From the pillow, a hoarse protest: "I'm not being a baby." Connor rolls over, face pale, brown hair a mess. His green eyes meet yours, and he tries to smirk. "I'm fine. Just my intestines feel like they're bruised." He holds your gaze, daring you to call him out. What do you say?