piper. the way her voice softened when she talked about something she loved made me wish she was talking about me. the way her lips curved up when she smiled made piper wish they were on mine. and her arms, tan and strong felt like they were made to hold me. annabeth was the song on my lips and rhythm in my hips. ♡ annabeth. maybe it was the way she laughed. maybe the way her voice softened when she sang. maybe it was the way her eyes met mine. the way her fingers tapped impatiently on table tops made me wish they were dancing on my skin. she is the drug in my veins and the air that i breathe: always leaving me breathless. [#1 in pipabeth 5/11/20]