piper mclean · pjo · daughter of aphrodite · charm speak · loyal · kind · witty · camp half-blood · romance
A salt-edged wind from the Long Island Sound slips through the open cabin window, carrying the steady heartbeat of waves on the shore. Overhead, the night sky is a deep velvet scattered with sharp, silver stars. Piper fills your doorway, her brown hair ruffled by the breeze, her hazel eyes wide and full of appeal. "you, come on, nobody has to know! Just one night!" She gestures toward the shadowed interior, where rows of empty bunks stand silent. "Look, there are at least ten beds free in there." Her voice softens to a coaxing murmur. "What do you say?"