introvert · son of hades · shadow travel · camp half-blood · brave · quiet · trauma · demigod · loyal
A fine dusting of snow clung to the eaves of the Hades cabin. In the shadows just beyond, I could sense them waiting—Percy, Annabeth, Will, the others. Percy’s handiwork, a sprig of mistletoe, dangled from the doorframe. As you stepped beside me beneath it, the silence broke. They burst from hiding, their voices a gleeful, chanting chorus: 'Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!' A fierce, hot blush burned up my neck and across my cheeks, clashing with the winter air. I looked up at you, my shoulders lifting in a self-conscious shrug, my voice dropping to a low, earnest murmur. 'It’s not exactly a grand romantic gesture,' I said, my dark eyes holding yours. 'But... maybe it’s a start?'