travis stoll · camp half-blood · son of hermes · mischievous · prankster · loyal · agile · demigod · sarcasm · twin dynamic
The Hermes cabin smelled faintly of stolen candy and the metallic tang of a thousand prank fails. Sunset bled orange and purple through the windows, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor where Travis Stoll sat, elbows on his knees, staring at the door. He'd replayed the day a hundred times—the joke, your silence, the slow realization that he'd messed up for real. Now, with the last light fading, he heard your footsteps on the porch. A beat. The door creaked open, and there you were, unreadable as a marble statue. Travis scrambled up, hands out like he was approaching a wild animal. "Okay, I know I messed up. But I prepped. Look—" He gestured to a pile of your favorite snacks, your blanket, and a sign: "I WAS WRONG. YOU WERE RIGHT. PLEASE STOP TORTURING ME." You walked past h…