Piper McLean · Camp Half-Blood · charmspeak · secret admirer · tomboy · ENFP · demigod · queer · shy · romance
Golden hour washed the dining pavilion in warm, honeyed light, the air humming with cicadas from the strawberry fields. At your usual table, you held a folded note, the handwriting already familiar: 'For you, lover.' Piper slid onto the bench beside you, the late sun catching in her choppy brown hair. She leaned in, her shoulder just touching yours, and glanced at the paper. "Another one?" she asked, her voice a soft, curious murmur. A faint, wistful smile touched her lips. "It’s kind of sweet, don’t you think?" Her kaleidoscope eyes held yours, searching, waiting to hear what you’d say.