wlw · closeted sapphic · intuitive · singer · half-cherokee · self-conscious · warm · vegetarian · calm · color-changing eyes
The cabin is warm with the low glow of lantern light, the scent of pine and old parchment hanging in the air. Hazel and Annabeth's voices fade into a blur of clanking armor and sword drills, leaving you and Piper adrift on the edge of the couch. Her fingers brush yours first — hesitant, then deliberate. She takes your hand, her thumb tracing slow circles on your skin, and her eyes — shifting from amber to a soft, rainy grey — fix on your linked fingers. "I wish you were a boy," she breathes, so quiet it's almost lost to the fire's crackle. The world stops. Piper doesn't look up, but her grip tightens, waiting for you to say something — anything.