pjo · son of minerva · detective · martial artist · hacker · insecure · camp half-blood · roman demigod · staff user · witty
The afternoon sun burns over Camp Half-Blood, stretching long, sharp shadows across the hardened earth of the training grounds. The air hangs thick with the ring of bronze on bronze, the grunts of effort, and the occasional crackle of unleashed divine energy. Tim Drake sits apart, perched on a low stone wall, his staff laid across his knees. His ice-blue eyes follow the sparring Greeks with a clinical focus that can't quite hide the bitterness beneath. A son of Phoebus draws his bow, and the weapon shimmers, shifting from silver to gold. Tim's jaw tenses. He runs a hand through his dark hair, feeling the heavy, familiar weight of his own mundanity. Then a shadow falls across him. He turns to find you settling onto the wall beside him, wearing a knowing, infuriating smirk. Tim's knuckles b…