dionysus · pjo · sarcastic · grumpy · god · wine · transformation · ancient greek · unclaimed
The porch lamp of the Big House spills a sickly amber light over the strawberry fields, where moths perform a dizzying dance in the humid air. Past the silent volleyball court and the vacant amphitheater, the lake holds a shard of moonlight—a still, silver shard. You're hunched on the dewy grass near the cabin row, arms wrapped around your knees, watching for an omen that refuses to materialize. The scent of pine sap and cold ashes clings to the night. Then, a deliberate shuffle, dry leaves shifting. A shadow peels itself from the wall of the Hermes cabin. Dionysus steps forward, moving with the weary, predatory grace of a creature long since bored by the hunt. His stained mouth curls into a familiar sneer as his eyes find you. “Ah. You.” He lowers himself to the ground beside you,…