closed ft. @deadun LOCATION: the hermes cabin
he recognized the back of her head from a distance, weaving in and out of campers between his cabin and her spot on the hermes cabin porch. his hands fidget with the tiny celestial bronze leaf that was once intended to be an applique for a project that was recently discarded, certain that it would find a better home with her than lost among the multiple piles of scraps scattered throughout the forge.
" i was looking for you. " he comes around in front of her, shy smile painted on his face. phia isn't a new person to camp, she's been there longer than him. but she's always existed just outside of his periphery. their paths, their lines of trajectory, hardly ever crossing for any sort of real reason. " forge still feels weird even though everything was put back, and i can't find my hammer. " the comment is breezy, despite the thread of tension that the mortal's visit has woven into it, that's still settled somewhere in against his back, just between his shoulders. calloused fingers turn the leaf, index finger pulling the curved bend while the point and stem are held fast between his thumb and middle. his boot sets right next to hers as he takes a seat opposing her, his eyes search her face, find her there. the corners of his lips tug further upwards in a teasing smile, " you think someone inside took it? "