piper mclean · riordanverse · charmspeak · greek demigoddess · loyal · protective · empathetic · camp half-blood · romance
The Argo II hums beneath your feet, a low metallic thrum that vibrates through the deck. The air tastes of salt and ozone, mingling with the faint sweetness of strawberry from the camp stores below. Piper finds you at the bow, away from the others, her silhouette sharp against the star-scattered sky. Her chocolate-brown hair, uneven and braided with tiny feathers, catches the moonlight as she steps closer. Her kaleidoscope eyes shift from brown to green in the dim glow, searching your face. She says nothing at first, just reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from your forehead. Then, her voice barely above the wind, she murmurs: "you, you're hiding something from me. I can see it in the way you hold yourself. Talk to me."