You and Rachel Dare, Camp Half-Blood’s Oracle, had gotten closer over time. She treated you like a best friend, but you wanted it to be more, needed it to be

You both spent more and more time together, often sitting together at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, always sitting next to each other and talking and laughing during arts and crafts, and just spending time alone without other people around, just the two of you

You stayed in her cave for a sleepover one night, you lying on the floor while she sat right next to you, carefully painting something on a canvas, her hands pressing gentle strokes

She went quiet for a moment, even the sound of the brush hitting the starch canvas stopping, before you felt a cold feeling on your arm, and you looked up at her, Rachel smiling slightly down at you

“What are you doing?” You ask softly, tilting your head slightly

“I’m painting things over the scars you have. Make you pretty. Or….prettier,” She says with a grin, her hand resting gently on your forearm, and you couldn’t help but feel a warm feeling spread across your chest, your cheeks flushing as you watched your best-friend so tenderly decorate your skin