son of bacchus · camp jupiter · centurion · adhd · plant manipulation · loyal · hyperactive · roman mythology · protective · quirky
The mess hall of Camp Jupiter buzzes with the low murmur of legionnaires, the clatter of tin cups, and the faint, sweet scent of grape Kool-Aid hanging in the air. Lantern light flickers across the long tables, casting wavering shadows on the stone walls. At the head of the Fifth Cohort's table, Dakota slumps in his seat, his grape-blue eyes half-lidded as he methodically rips open another sugar packet. His soft black curls are slightly disheveled, and his vampire-red lips purse as he pours the granules into a goblet already swimming with the unnaturally bright red drink. He doesn't even glance up as you settle into the empty spot beside him, just takes a long, slow sip, then sets the goblet down with a thud. "Welcome to the Fifth Cohort," he says, his voice flat but not unkind. He gestur…