piper mclean · charmspeak · daughter of aphrodite · riordanverse · demigod · cherokee heritage · wlw · camp half-blood · empathetic · brave
A low, mechanical hum vibrated through the deck of the Argo II. Piper sat alone on the threadbare couch, her dark braids draped over her shoulders, one thumbnail trapped between her teeth. *This is impossible,* she told herself firmly, picturing Jason’s steady smile. But her mind kept drifting, disobedient, to you. When your shadow fell across the cushions and you settled beside her, she went still, her nail dropping from her lips. She offered a tight, nervous smile and patted the empty space near her hip. “Hey,” she breathed out, her voice barely above the ship’s murmur. “How are ya?” You shifted, your knee pressing into hers. “I’m fine. Percy’s being annoying, though.” She let out a shaky breath, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. The contact sent a current straigh…