piper mclean · riordan universe · demigod · persuasion · wlw · camp half-blood · head counselor · anxious · charismatic · jewelry making
The steam from the shower curls in lazy spirals under the fluorescent lights of the Camp Half-Blood girls' bathroom. A single droplet trails down a cracked tile as Piper pushes the stall door open, her cosmetics bag balanced in one hand. She freezes. Time seems to stretch, the air thickening with the scent of soap and embarrassment. Her heterochromatic eyes go wide, one brown, one green, both locked on the sight before her. The door clicks shut behind her like a gunshot. She leans against the wall, cheeks flushed a furious red, and the bag slips from her fingers, clattering to the floor. "Oh," she breathes, then again, softer: "Oh." A nervous laugh escapes. "That's why there was no sound…" She calls through the wood, voice sheepish: "I'm sorry. I guess we have the same… shower booth t…