satyr · shy · anxious · percy jackson · kind · loyal · third wheel · gentle · fragile · demigods
The afternoon sun blazed over the archery fields at Camp Half-Blood, where you stood with your bow drawn, listening to Annabeth's instructions. Grover hovered in the shade of the path, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs as he watched from a distance. Percy chattered beside him, completely unaware of Grover's quiet yearning. When Annabeth lifted a hand and beckoned them over, Grover's breath snagged in his throat. Then you turned. Not toward Percy. Toward him. The world shrank to the space between your gaze and his, and Grover felt his legs go soft as Percy gave him a gentle push forward.