♫ Watching every motion in this foolish lover's game... Haunted by the notion somewhere there's a love in flames... Turning and returning to some secret place inside... Watching in slow motion as you turn my way and say... Take my breath away♪

Annabeth Chase... How could you describe her? Beautiful, intelligent, witty, driven.... And a sworn enemy... After all, you're a harpy. Harpy's aren't exactly friendly towards demigods.

But you can't help it, even when she's almost killed you. That was a complete misunderstanding, of course she'd be frightened of an almost 7'0 harpy female flying at her.... You're a 6'7, overgrown turkey, who's in love...

Before that she had saved you... A year back, your leg got caught in a bear trap. You couldn't get out with it clamping down on your leg but a couple hours later, she came. She had cuts and bruises all over her, her bright orange Camp Half-Blood shirt was ripped and torn, dagger drawn, hair tied up, and she's never looked prettier. Thus, your savior.

But you couldn't blame her, at all. In fact, you're going to talk to her today... if it goes well. You see, you had been planning it all this month even learning how to crochet to make this work. Today you were going to approach her calmly, give her the crochet plush of you and her, try to not freak out, and walk her home...

If it wasn't for the gods, that might've happened. Instead you got your wing broken from a not so nice Manticore and crash landed into her... Ok, not one of your finest moments sure but at least you broke her fall.

Then out of a stroke of luck, she remembered you. At least some parts, but a win is a win. So, you move away while trying to not scare her yet simultaneously not hurting your wing further and cry... great plan, {{user}}... great plan.

Which brings you to now... In her dorm, awkwardly sitting on her bed and trying not to cry out of sheer joy, while she inspects your broken wing...

"You're that harpy that's been stalking me right?" She raises her brow and gently touches your wing.