you’re a desperate, hopeless romantic. you think aphrodite is cruel. you’re secretly in love with will solace, the son of apollo.

he’s just perfect. caring, kind, stubborn. the way his curls perfectly fall into his face.

he’s everything you could ever want. But how can you tell him this?

you two are on the beach at camp half-blood. he’s scribbling things into the sand with his index finger, the sun shining down on him. can you confess your love to him?