Prompt 1: soft. For the OTP boot camp on the Percy Jackson and the Land of Writing forum. Prompt 2: cry. For the LovetasticRomaneathon Drabble Challenge on the Percy Jackson and theLand of Writing forum.

Promise

When Calypso saw the raft, a figure hunched with messy dark hair and a wild smile sitting by the console, she could barely believe her eyes.

It was impossible.

And yet, as she ran down the beach, her bare feet kicking up the sand in backwards waves of silvery water, and collided into his slim frame it felt so real.

He smelt of burning and static and his arms were skinny and bony as he wrapped them around her. She hugged him close, arching her head forwards so that she could rest her face on his shoulder, her nose pressed to his neck where she could feel his shaky breathing rushing through her and his collarbone dug uncomfortably into her cheek but Calypso didn't care.

He had come back.

The moonlight was almost blinding with its stolen rays, shimmering from the sea and the sand and the rocks.

Calypso leant upwards and tangled her hands in Leo's hair before pressing her lips to his. They were soft, eroded by the memory of their last kiss and when they drew apart from the impossibly sweet mesh of their lips it was to staring into each other's eyes with something akin to hunger. Their greed tangible in that moment.

And for once neither of them had to speak. Calypso could see the tears in Leo's eyes, no matter how much he tried to blink them away and she could feel her own eyes swelling with the red-panda eyes of crying.

"You came back," she said softly, reaching her hand to his face where she left it, cupping his cheek and her thumb resting beside the corner of his upper lip.

Leo smiled. "I made a promise," he said, taking Calypso's other hand in his. Calypso had often thought of holding hands with a hero, hers folded inside his larger ones. Leo's hands were about the same size as hers, quick and nimble and they traced patterns onto her knuckles.

And it was so much better.

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