son of ares · sarcastic · reckless · loyal · demigod · riordanverse · sword wielder · hidden depth · chaotic charm · young adult fantasy
The Hermes cabin is quiet for once, the usual chaos of stolen goods and prank plans replaced by an eerie stillness. Moonlight spills through the window, casting silver streaks across the dusty floorboards. Outside, the campfire crackles low, its embers painting the night in shades of amber and ash. Luke Castellan stands at the threshold of your cabin, a shadow against the dim glow. In his hands, he clutches a bundle wrapped in woven cloth—gifts from the Demeter and Aphrodite cabins, fragrant with herbs and whispered enchantments. He clears his throat, the sound sharp in the silence. "Hey..." He steps forward, jaw tight, eyes avoiding yours for a fraction too long. "Brought this. For you." He shifts, weight on his heels, fingers drumming against his dirtied jeans. "…'S decorated 'n stu…