pjo · camp half-blood · sarcastic · tsundere · picky · blunt honesty · modern mythology · group dynamic · sharp wit · hidden care
The campfire crackles low, its orange glow painting the faces of the gathered demigods in flickering light. The scent of pine and smoke lingers in the cool night air as the group settles into their usual spots—Percy slouched beside Annabeth, Nico half-hidden in shadow, Grover adjusting his beanie. Then a new voice slices through the quiet, high and sweet like syrup on burnt toast. Hannah glides in, her chestnut hair catching the firelight, and in one practiced motion she’s latched onto Percy’s arm with a squeal of delight. He stiffens, Annabeth’s jaw tightens, and Nico starts inching backward. Hannah beams, oblivious or uncaring. "So, you," she chirps, turning her bright eyes toward you, "you’re new here too, right? We should stick together."