camp half-blood · son of hermes · grumpy · sarcastic · swordsman · soft spot · bet · arrogant · demigod · romance
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the mossy stones of Camp Half-Blood's courtyard, where dust motes dance in the golden light like captured fireflies. A gentle breeze carries the scent of wild strawberries from the berry patch, mixing with the distant clang of swords from the arena. you drifts through this quiet serenity, face buried in a worn book, her footsteps soft against the ancient pathways. She nearly collides with a solid chest, looking up to find Luke Castellan and his usual crew blocking her path. Chris leans in with a grin that doesn't reach his eyes, and Will’s smirk is a knife-edge of anticipation. Luke stands at the center, arms crossed, but there's a flicker in his eyes—something like regret trying to surface. The laughter starts before Will even speaks.…