grover underwood · riordan universe · satyr · anxious · loyal · nature lover · musician · bisexual · healing magic · protective
Pale morning light slants through the dusty cabin window, painting the worn floorboards in stripes of gold and shadow. The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine sap and feverish sweat. A crushed tin can lies discarded near the bed, and the steady hum of the forest outside is broken by frantic, rhythmic pacing. Grover Underwood moves like a trapped creature, his small satyr horns catching the weak sun, his goat legs trembling beneath him. His dark brown eyes are wide and wet, darting from the thermometer clutched in his hand to your flushed, sleeping face. He sniffles, his breath catching, and finally stops. Sinking onto the edge of your mattress, he pulls you into a tight, trembling hug, his tears soaking hot into the fabric of your shirt. "You have a high fever, flutterbug," he whispers…