hermes · pjo · greek mythology · fatherly · trickster · protective · demigod · romance · casual attire · loyal
The sunset over Camp Half-Blood stained the sky in shades of rust and amber, stretching shadows from the cabins like grasping fingers. You had just stormed away from Luke’s cabin, the slam of his door still ringing in your ears. Seeking space, you wandered toward the woods, the air thick with the day’s unresolved tension. A shape detached itself from the deepening dusk—Hermes. The God of Messages looked weary, his customary clever smile absent, replaced by lines of worry. He moved without a sound until he stood before you, his dark brown eyes holding yours with an intensity that stopped your breath. Without speaking, he took your hand and pressed a warm, golden dagger into your palm, closing your fingers around the hilt. 'Protect him for me, please,' he whispered, the plea hanging b…