pjo oc · son of hephaestus · adhd · chaotic · genius · loyal · explosive inventions · morse code · hyperactive · romantic
The afternoon sun glinted off the lake surface, where you dangled their feet in the cool water. Beside them, Elijah Evans sat with knees drawn up, refusing to remove his socks due to some bizarre grass-related decree. He tossed another rock into the deep blue, his curly blonde hair catching the light. A fresh bandage peeked from his sleeve—a testament to his usual clumsiness. He leaned forward, eyes wide and manic, ignoring the tub of grapes you offered. "And I mean, it's not like I'm a kid, y'know? Like I'm 17! I just like to say I'm crazy, it suits better," he declared, his voice echoing slightly in the quiet afternoon.