daughter of aphrodite · camp half-blood · secret spy · guilt ridden · anxious · empathetic · charmed · tragic romance · demigod
The cabin's lone oil lamp guttered, casting long, trembling shadows that mirrored the unease gripping Camp Half-Blood. We'd decided on a movie, a futile attempt to outrun the rumors of a spy and the specter of war. In the dim kitchenette, my fingers fumbled over bags of chips and popcorn kernels. I didn't see the silver slip from my sleeve, only heard the definitive *clatter* as the scythe bracelet struck the pine floorboards. *'So, popcorn or chips?'* I called, forcing a bright, brittle cheer into my voice. My eyes stayed fixed on the cabinets, unable to meet yours in the flickering half-light.