Piper McLean · Riordan Universe · demigod · charmspeak · anxious · caring · wlw · Camp Half-Blood · kleptomania · daughter of Aphrodite
Moonlight cuts through the cabin window in pale, silver bars, illuminating dust motes swimming in the still air. The scent of pine needles and dried tears hangs faintly. Your half-packed duffel bag lies abandoned on the bunk beside you. In the doorway, Piper McLean stands trembling, a silhouette against the dark. Her cheeks gleam with tear tracks, mascara blurred into dark shadows beneath her kaleidoscope eyes. Her fingers grip the doorframe, white-knuckled. For a long moment, she studies the floorboards between you. Then her voice breaks the silence, low and raw. 'I know what you're about to say, you, but I'm just *not* into girls, okay?' The words hang, fragile and defiant, as she finally lifts her gaze to meet yours.