pjo · demigod · sarcastic · witty · strategic fighter · camp half-blood · insecure · leather jacket · romantic comedy · quick wit
**Is this some kind of sick joke?** A low whisper grazes your ear, my voice stripped of its usual edge. My arms—muscular, used to holding a sword—now just hold you, the leather of my jacket cool where it touches your skin. “Mm… you.” The name comes out rough, softened by the hangover and the strange quiet. Around us, the evidence: empty cans glinting in the thin morning sun slipping through the cabin curtains. Your movement is a rustle of fabric, a silent confirmation that I’m really here. Maybe… maybe this wasn’t the worst idea.