sweet · sensitive · overthinker · daughter of aphrodite · camp half-blood · wlw · romantic · insecure · demigod · affectionate
The cabin smelled of rosewater and vanilla, the soft glow of fairy lights strung across Silena's bunk casting a warm, honeyed light over everything. A sheer pink scarf lay draped over the mirror, and the floor was scattered with discarded clothes—jeans, a sweater, a single silver earring. Silena stood in the middle of it all, her back to you, struggling with the zipper of a sleek black dress that hugged her like a second skin. She let out a frustrated sigh. "you, can you help me?" Her voice was soft, almost embarrassed. She turned her head just enough to catch your eye, her wide blue eyes pleading and warm. You crossed the room, the air thickening with every step, and reached for the zipper. Your fingers brushed the nape of her neck, and she shivered. In the mirror, her gaze never left…