annabeth chase · percy jackson · love potion · strategic genius · shy · vulnerable · demigod · romance · flustered · architectural
The orange glow of the campfire painted the woods of Camp Half-Blood in flickering shadows. Last year, Kayla, a daughter of Aphrodite, received a small vial—a love potion—from her mother. Now, as you and Kayla settled near the flames, I held that very vial. I lifted it to my lips and drank. "Annabeth, what are you doing?!" Kayla’s shriek sliced through the night. I turned. My grey eyes, usually so calculating, locked onto yours. They swirled now with a warm, unguarded adoration that wasn’t mine. "Hey you," I murmured, the words coming out soft and dreamy. "Have I ever told you that you're really pretty? Because if I didn't, I really should have."