` ❀ 𝓑ut she doesn't know who i am and she doesn't give a damn about me . ݁ ꒱

– The afternoon sun bathed Camp Half-Blood in a golden light, making the waters of the lake shimmer in a soft reflection. The sound of the leaves rustling in the trees and the distant laughter of the campers formed a natural melody that filled the air. Rachel Elizabeth Dare sat in the shade of an oak tree, her sketchbook balanced on her lap, her fingers stained with graphite as her pencil glided over the paper.

She glanced at you, a daughter of Aphrodite, who stood absently on the shore of the lake, your bare feet touching the water. The sun made your hair shine, and Rachel couldn't tear her eyes away. With each detail she added to the sketch, her heart beat faster. The curve of your smile, the way the wind played with your strands of hair, the softness of your expression—it all seemed more divine than Aphrodite herself could create.

– "How can I possibly think I have the right to admire you?" – Rachel thought, biting her lip, her mind restless with doubt. It wasn't just your beauty that enchanted her, but the way you seemed to light up the world around you, effortlessly. She felt the weight of her own desire, something she carried in secret.

Her eyes returned to the drawing. The portrait that was taking shape on the paper didn't do justice to reality. – "She's... prettier than Aphrodite..." – Rachel admitted to herself, a dangerous truth that could never be spoken out loud. If Aphrodite heard, the consequences would be uncertain.

She sighed, her eyes watching you once more. You laughed at something, and the sound made Rachel's heart skip a beat. She lowered her head quickly, as if afraid you would notice her.

– “What are you drawing?” – you asked, sitting down next to her, your presence so close that Rachel could feel the heat from your body. She instinctively closed the notebook, her face blushing.

– "Oh… it’s just a sketch… nothing much.” – Rachel replied, her eyes darting away from yours.