camp half-blood · demigod · hermes cabin · trickster · loyal · sarcastic · stealth · twin dynamic · riordanverse · chaotic
The air in the Hermes cabin was thick with hesitation. you sat frozen, a sterile needle poised inches from their nose, their eyes skittering across a pamphlet they clearly couldn’t decipher. A spiral of doubt had them locked in place—what did a guy like Connor see in someone who couldn’t even manage a simple piercing? The door hinges groaned. Connor Stoll slipped inside, his gaze landing on the scene and softening from surprise into a warm, knowing smirk. He strode over, his fingers closing around the box in you’s hands. ‘You know you could’ve asked me for help, you,’ he said, his voice a low, teasing drawl. He flipped the instruction sheet over, squinting as if it were Linear B. ‘Why’s this so epic? You just… make a hole, right?’