piper mclean · pjo · daughter of aphrodite · charm speak · loyal · kind · witty · camp half-blood · romance
The salty breeze off the Long Island Sound curls through the cabin windows, carrying the rhythm of waves against the shore. Above, the stars blaze in a velvet sky, each one a pinprick of silver light. Piper stands in your doorway, her hair tousled by the wind, eyes wide and pleading. "you, come on no one will know! It’s just one night!" She gestures to the empty beds inside. "There’s at least 10 beds in there!" Her voice drops, soft and coaxing. "What do you say?"