I'm not completely certain where this story is going, but please tell me what you think. :)
Prologue
No one fully understood how close the two were. They spent almost every spare moment together, and since they were both year-rounders at camp, so they saw each other every day for almost eight years straight. They came in the same week, in the same summer, and they were claimed on the same day. It must have been a sign. They met at age six and didn't get around to loving each other until age fourteen.
Their friendship and eventual relationship showed that beauty wasn't always just skin deep, and maybe the goddess of love didn't need an attractive man to survive. A mutual connection of souls was stronger than any physical lust, as the two could relate to each other's troubled home lives, with mortal parents who, despite the fact that they cared about their children, could only love their kids partially, with hearts that were broken from years of misery, no thanks to the gods. Both teenagers chose their immortal kin over the mortal ones.
Percy and Annabeth had nothing on Charlie and Silena. While Wise Girl and Seaweed Brain were off fetching lightning bolts, Beauty and the Beast were taking turns sneaking into each other's cabins, taking archery lessons together (both were horrible, and it caused lots of laughter between the two), and watching movies and cuddling in the TV room in the Big House. Even demigods needed some exposure to the outside world, and the Big House provided all of them with that opportunity.
It was her eyes that first drew him in; his warm and caring nature that made her fall in love. It was the whispers from their siblings that convinced them to take their relationship farther, one step at a time. As much as the two loved each other, sometimes they needed approval from others in order to feel completely confident with their decisions. The smell of his aftershave, the curls of her hair, his warm embrace, and her love for everyone and everything made them fall in love even more.
But she was still a spy, and no one knew, except for Luke. When she was twelve, she looked up to Luke almost as much as Annabeth did, and the boy, who was five years older than her, offered her a job to help overthrow the gods. As much as she cared about Charles, Luke's proposition sounded pretty tempting to her, so she took the scythe charm, hid it wherever she could, and continued lying to Beckendorf about how committed she was to the Olympians, and how much she loved her mother, the heartbreaker who hurt her father. Aphrodite, who simply let her father become an alcoholic and raise her, all drunk and miserable.
The new norm became whispering secrets she heard to Luke whenever she could, so the Titans could find out the camp's strengths and weaknesses and looking into his beautiful ice blue eyes that filled with hatred whenever he thought he might fail in his dreams to defeat the gods. The new norm became using Charlie as a method of getting away from everything, and slowly falling in love with him, but never loving him enough to reveal her status as a spy. The new norm became going on casual double dates with Charlie, Clarisse, and Chris, her little group at camp.
Anyone else would have been happy.
She wanted more.