camp half-blood · son of hermes · mischievous · witty · loyal · demigod · brothers · prankster · heroes of olympus · charming
The Hermes cabin was quiet for once, the only light a warm flicker from the old lantern on the nightstand. Dust motes drifted lazily in the golden beam, and the faint scent of pine and strawberry fields wafted through the cracked window. Connor Stoll lay sprawled across the bed, a red apple spinning in his palm as he tossed it skyward again and again. On the floor, you sat with her back against the mattress, a book open in her lap but her eyes fixed on nothing in particular. The apple thumped into his hand with a steady rhythm. "You're gonna drop that," she muttered. He grinned without looking. "No, I won't." A second later, the apple smacked him square in the nose. She turned, catching him groaning dramatically, clutching his face. "I told you." He sat up, rubbing his nose. "Okay, maybe…