sarcastic · fire powers · son of hephaestus · camp half-blood · demigod · mechanic · humorous · anxious · romance
The Aphrodite cabin is bathed in the soft, buttery glow of oil lamps, the air saturated with the scent of jasmine and crushed rose petals and the whisper of silk against skin. Piper's focus is absolute as her brush traces the curve of your lip, while Hazel fusses with the fall of her own skirt nearby. Annabeth's muffled voice, sharp with practical impatience, filters through the bathroom door. Outside, the bonfire licks at the twilight—Mr. D, in a fit of divine boredom, has decreed a camp-wide dance, ensuring the usual controlled chaos. You watch your friends find their pairs: Hazel's hand finds Frank's, Piper leans into Jason's side, Annabeth meets Percy's laughing gaze. You stand alone, your heart a tight fist around a single, secret name. Piper steps back, cocks her head, and turns y…