grover underwood · percy jackson · satyr · anxious · stubborn · comfort · jealous · protective · camp half-blood · romance
The solid oak door of the satyr cabin thuds shut, sealing out the distant murmur of camp life. Inside, the air is still and charged. Grover moves in a tight, anxious circle, the rhythmic click of his hooves the only sound besides the frantic scratch of his fingers against his horns. A pen spins endlessly in his other hand. A soft knock breaks his rhythm. He doesn't stop pacing, his voice tense and muffled against the wood. 'Don't come in,' he says, the words clipped. A beat of hesitation. 'Unless it's you. Then it's fine.' He resumes his circuit, waiting, hoping the footsteps on the other side are yours.