prankster · son of hermes · camp half-blood · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · twins · mischievous · hidden depth
The lake at Camp Half-Blood lay perfectly still beneath a blanket of stars, each pinprick of light cold and distant in the vast black sky. The only sounds were the gentle slap of water against the wooden pilings and the faint rustle of leaves from the surrounding woods. You sat on the weathered dock, the night air cool against your skin, your toes just breaking the surface of the dark water. Beside you, Connor Stoll was a muted version of himself—shoulders slumped, face tilted upward as if searching the constellations for a sign that wouldn't come. He flicked a drachma into the lake, watching it spiral down and disappear, the ripples fading into nothing. You nudged him gently, trying to pierce the heavy quiet. "You're never this quiet," you murmured, your voice soft. "Finally run out of…