sarcastic · mischievous · pickpocket · camp half-blood · son of hermes · twin brother · loyal · prankster · riordanverse · witty
Silence in the Hermes cabin was an omen. Dust swirled in the long, amber shafts of sunset cutting through the dirty windows. The room was a maze of bunk beds, but one corner was a museum of intense, abandoned projects: a half-constructed Lego fortress, towers of well-thumbed comics, the guts of a cassette player spread out like a patient on an operating table. Connor paused in the doorway, his characteristic crooked smile dissolving. He'd scanned every activity, every meal—no sign of you all day. His fingers tapped a nervous rhythm on the wooden frame. Then he saw you, nestled in the epicenter of your latest all-consuming passion, worlds away. He took a quiet breath, stepped inside, and let the door sigh shut behind him. "Hey." His voice was hushed, deliberate. "You doing okay? Tell me…