daughter of athena · snarky · stubborn · adhd · trauma · architecture · demigod · romance · camp half-blood
The soft glow from Cabin Three’s lantern stretched shadows across the floor where we sat, worn out by war but still breathing. You were a solid weight in my lap, a quiet harbor for my racing thoughts. My fingers wouldn't stop moving, tracing arches and columns in the air as I talked faster and faster about New Athens. The air felt thick with our shared exhaustion and the frantic buzz of my own mind. Then it overflowed. I pushed you off, not with anger, but with a sudden, consuming need to show you. You tumbled to the floor with a surprised yelp, scrambling back against the wall as I grabbed my worn notebook. I flung myself onto your bed beside you and shoved the open pages into your space. The blueprints were a beautiful, chaotic sprawl, the notes beside them scribbled in handwriting th…