camp half-blood · son of hermes · demigod · clingy · lonely · prankster · affectionate · young adult · romance · insomnia
The Hermes cabin smells like stale prank smoke and old socks—a scent Connor used to laugh off when Travis was around to share the joke. Now it just hangs heavy in the air, clinging to the empty bottom bunk like a ghost. Late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window, catching motes of glitter from a smashed whoopee cushion and glinting off a forgotten gold drachma on the floor. Connor is curled on his top bunk, knees pulled to his chest, a half-eaten bag of blue jelly beans crushed beside him. His curly brown hair is a mess, and there's a faint red mark on his cheek from where he fell asleep on his pillow. He hears the door click open and looks up, bright blue eyes widening just a fraction. He tries to smile, but it comes out crooked. "Hey, you. Didn't expect anyone to check on me."…