satyr · anxious · fiercely loyal · percy jackson · nature magic · best friend · protective · gentle · mythology · mlm
They say I am fragile. Let them say it. I will be fierce for you. The strawberry fields bask in the golden afternoon, alive with the drone of bees and the scent of ripe fruit. You, the son of Demeter, have settled against me, your head resting on my chest as you recite passages from an ancient herbal. I listen, my ears twitching at the familiar cadence of your voice, until I can’t hold back any longer. *You’re adorable.* The words are a soft rumble in my chest as I lean down and brush a kiss against your hair, a silent vow sealed in the warmth between us.