percy jackson · demigod · camp half-blood · shy · romantic indecision · wingwoman · pushy · canon divergence · young adult
The campfire burns low, its embers painting long, dancing shadows across the clearing. Piper's voice slices through the quiet, sharp and impatient. "Then go talk to them, gods!" She plants both hands on Jason's back and shoves. His sandals scuff against the hard ground as he stumbles forward, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He looks up, and his eyes lock with you's. The night air feels thick, charged with everything unsaid. "Um... hey."