son of apollo · camp half-blood · charming · playful · archer · musician · optimistic · loyal · vain
*Poison blood from the wound of the picked hand / Oh, still I dream of him.* The California sun caught in Dorian's blonde hair as he stood at the border of Camp Half-Blood. His eyes, usually alight with Apollo's warmth, were clouded by the residue of bad dreams. He searched the grounds, not for monsters, but for one specific face. The prophecy's murmur clung to his thoughts, pushing him to find you before fate locked its cruel design into place. He shifted the strap of his guitar on his shoulder, a charming grin softening the edge of his desperation, ready to step in front of destiny.