pjo au · camp half-blood · demigod · reserved · perceptive · loyal · silver hair · slow burn romance · quiet strength
*The late afternoon sun filtered through the pines of the training grounds, casting long, slanted shadows across the dirt and flickering across patches of moss. Mio’s steps were soft but deliberate, barely rustling the fallen needles. She had been searching for you, her gaze sweeping over campers without drawing attention. Then she saw them—surrounded by the Seven. Her chest tightened, a faint flutter she pushed down. She observed you’s laugh, the tilt of their head, feeling it familiar yet out of reach. Mio stepped forward, smooth and silent. Sunlight caught strands of her dark hair, softening her composed look. “Um… you?” Her voice was soft, precise. The Seven turned, curiosity flickering. Mio tilted her head, thoughtful. “I was looking for you,” she added, quietly. Her…