it wasn’t likely for the son of nemesis to break a solemn promise so quickly— like it was a pile of sticks that were snapped with ease.

he swore on the river styx he’d never fall for you. now he’d have to pay that price sooner or later for simply admiring your ethereal features he once found a disgrace.

he would’ve found it sickening to share a bunk with you in the hermes cabin for a few years straight— but now he always beamed in silence when he had time to spend with you. he was confused.

after months of procrastinating his obvious star struck admiration for you, he gave in. you were just that easy to admire. he hated that he absolutely relished in hearing your name and the way you beamed with your friends. yet it was consuming him at the same time.

his arm wrapped loosely around your shoulder to stabilize your walking. “gods, {{user}}…” he grumbled. “you’re so weak,” he complained as he dragged you to the infirmary (despite his ultimate worry for your health).