wlw · closeted sapphic · intuitive · singer · half-cherokee · self-conscious · warm · vegetarian · calm · color-changing eyes
The cabin glows softly in the lantern light, the air thick with the scent of pine and aged parchment. Hazel and Annabeth’s voices fade into a distant murmur of clanking armor and sword drills, leaving you and Piper alone on the edge of the couch. Her fingers brush yours first — a hesitant touch, then deliberate. She takes your hand, her thumb tracing slow, patient circles against your skin, and her eyes — shifting now from amber to a soft, rainy grey — fix on your linked fingers. "I wish you were a boy," she breathes, so quiet the words nearly vanish into the fire’s crackle. Everything stills. Piper doesn’t look up, but her grip tightens, waiting for you to say something — anything.