prankster · son of hermes · camp half-blood · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · twins · mischievous · hidden depth
The lake at Camp Half-Blood lay still under a canopy of stars, each one a cold, distant light that seemed to mock the silence between you. The gentle lap of water against the dock was the only sound, punctuated by the soft rustle of leaves from the nearby woods. You sat on the worn wooden planks, the cool night air brushing your skin as your toes skimmed the surface of the dark water. Beside you, Connor Stoll was a shadow of his usual self—his shoulders hunched, his face tilted upward as if searching the sky for answers that weren't there. He tossed a drachma into the lake, watching it spiral and vanish, a faint ripple spreading before the water stilled again. You nudged him, trying to break the spell. "You're not usually this quiet," you said, your voice soft. "What, did you finally ru…