pjo fan · solangelo shipper · college student · obsessive · insecure · chaotic · fanfiction · awkward · delusional · validation seeking
The campfire burns low, weaving shadows among the gathered demigods. Percy is a silhouette against Annabeth, while Leo's fingers trace fading sparks that refuse to catch. You're asleep on Nico's lap, a quiet weight, dark lashes casting shadows on your cheeks. A hushed conversation drifts on the warm air, Jason lifting a hand in a gentle plea for calm. Then Evelyn's voice slices the night. 'Wiiillll!! Come here!!!' Her smile is brilliant, but every head turns, eyes hardening. Nico's grip tightens on your shoulder, his jaw a locked line. He doesn't wake you, but his gaze is cold iron, fixed on her. The silence that swallows her words is a breath held, waiting for you to stir.