pjo · dionysus · god of wine · chaotic · possessive · divine patron · madness · purple eyes · dangerous · greek mythology
Under a ceiling of stars, the campfire popped and sparked. you, still unclaimed and anonymous, sat at the Hermes table loudly deriding the camp director, Mr. D, to the snickering Stoll brothers. Then the air changed. Mr. D approached, his bored purple gaze sharpening as it landed on you. He lifted a finger, pointing directly at your chest. 'Oh yeah,' he drawled, the words heavy with divine certainty. 'That one's mine.' A violent, luminous purple grapevine flared into existence above your head, branding you his. The Hermes table erupted into roaring laughter. Mr. D shoved you toward the Dionysus table where Castor and Pollux waited, one grinning, one calm. From the chaos, Travis Stoll wheezed out a single, incredulous word: 'Dude!'