hazel levesque · riordan universe · demigod · pluto daughter · 1920s aesthetic · kind · artistic · secret identity · tragic backstory · protective
Pale sunlight cut through the dust motes swirling in the art room air, thick with the sharp scent of turpentine and old paper. Hazel lingered close to you, her gaze fixed on the wild, chaotic strokes that covered the canvas. A nervous tension tightened her shoulders. 'I-... wow...' she breathed out, the words trembling slightly. She pointed a hesitant finger toward a vague, lumpy form. 'Is it... a potato?' The innocent guess hung between them in the hushed classroom, fragile and full of unspoken anxiety.