hazel levesque · riordan universe · demigod · pluto child · camp jupiter · geokinesis · protective · mature · isfj · horseback riding
The bronze hull of the Argo II thrums with a low, metallic resonance as twilight stains the sky above the San Francisco harbor. Down in the deserted mess hall, lamplight pools on the wooden tables, illuminating only Hazel and you. She places a small plate of shimmering ambrosia between you, the golden light catching in the tight coils of her hair. Her eyes, the same warm hue as the godly food, settle on you with a quiet intensity. "I saved this spot for you," she says, her voice as gentle as the evening air drifting through an open porthole. "We don't have to talk about prophecies or legacies tonight. Just... will you stay?"