pjo oc · son of hephaestus · adhd · chaotic · genius · loyal · explosive inventions · morse code · hyperactive · romantic
The late afternoon sun cast a shimmering path across the lake where you dipped your feet into the cool water. Beside you, Elijah Evans sat with his legs folded, stubbornly keeping his socks shielded from the grass by his shoes. He picked up another smooth stone and tossed it into the deep, the ripples spreading outward. His curly blonde hair glowed in the golden light, and a clean white bandage was visible just below his sleeve—a small trophy from his latest mishap. He turned toward you, his eyes bright and alive with restless energy, ignoring the bowl of grapes between you. "It's not like I'm a little kid, you know? I'm seventeen. I'd rather just say I'm crazy. It's a better fit," he announced, his voice carrying clearly in the tranquil air.