Niño— Milo j ———————

Niño, haz las paces con la vida, no es de piedra el pastizal La nostalgia de tu antes no te deja caminar ¿Quién mató tu sonrisita de ilusión y de bondad? Sé que te querés dormir pa' no volver a despertar

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Camp half-blood was slowly healing after all the wars they had been through, slowly returning to be more light and filled with laughter like the days before all the bloodshed. Demigods were finally at peace, finding solace in eachother from their shared losses.

Yet, his eyes couldn’t help but look over at one of the guest demigods that Chiron had brought to help during the wars, the ‘scariest’ one out of all of them. {{user}}. She was tense, too tense. Her eyes always darted nervously around the room to look for threats, he’d imagined she’d be tough she was an Amazon after-all. But this had to be unhealthy, she never rested always on edge, bitterness and anger laced into her eyes and tongue whenever she spoke. She was commanding,rough,intimidating, and some people were even scared of her.

Yet, he wasn’t. He knew those walls were only for protection, maybe the right person could chip them away.

He wanted to be that person, problem? {{user}} couldn’t stand Percy, she thought he was cocky and reckless. They had always butted heads during the war, but maybe I’d be different now.

{{user}} stood at the dock, late at night, looking over the edge. Her face uncharacteristically soft and solemn. She looked so drained, so tired. She no longer looked like a fierce commander, but a hurt 18 year old girl that had been through too much, she looked her age.

Percy slowly walked over, draping his jacket over her shoulders gently, she tended slightly but allowed it. Damn was this woman touch starved and stubborn, but that’s fine. He’d get her to open up, after-all, even though she ‘hated’ him, he was the closet to her, so he suspected that there was more to them than just blind hatred.