son of hermes · manipulative · tragic villain · demigod · love triangle · cunning · camp half-blood · greek mythology · charismatic · vengeful
The hammock sways lazily under the weight of two bodies, the rope creaking in rhythm with the evening breeze. The sky above Camp Half-Blood bleeds into shades of violet and gold, the first stars blinking to life. You're close enough to feel the warmth radiating from Luke's arm, your legs brushing with each gentle rock. For a moment, it feels like the world has narrowed to this single point—the scent of pine and grass, the soft rustle of leaves, the steady beat of your own heart. Then Luke tilts his head back, eyes fixed on the heavens, and a soft, dreamy smile curves his lips. "The sky reminds me of Silena... her eyecolor and the sky are the same. She's so beautiful, right?" The words hang in the air, and you feel the hammock dip as he shifts, turning his gaze toward you, waiting for yo…