Sorry this one has kept you waiting for so long guys, I just had no ideas or inspiration for this one at all. Nevertheless, here is the best I could do. I hope it's alright. The next ones should be better! Enjoy!
83. Journal
One night Leo walked into the kitchen of the Argo II after finishing his watch shift for the night. He'd just woken Percy and had left the grumbling and slightly scary son of Poseidon to take his place.
He hadn't expected anybody else to be up but he found, with some surprise, Hazel sitting on a chair with the soft glow of light glowing over her as she sat hunched over something.
When he walked closer he saw that it was a journal and her hand was moving over it swiftly, writing in small, neat cursive.
"Hazel?" He asked. "What are you doing up so late?"
She snapped the book shut suddenly, jumping at the sound of his voice. "Wh- Leo? What are you doing?"
He shifted slightly under her intense golden stare. Hazel was very pretty and had a quiet but undeniable air of power around her. Plus he'd just blown up her home and now they'd been thrown together on a quest to save the world, so shoot him. He was nervous.
He tried to grin but it might have come out as more of a pained grimace. "Just getting something to eat after finishing my shift on watch. You?"
"Oh. Just… writing, I guess." She blushed a bit. "I never used to keep a diary but I've heard it's pretty common these days? I mean, since coming… back… I've done it for a while now. It helps."
"Helps to document every crazy thing we go through so you can remember it for the rest of your life?" Leo asked skeptically.
She frowned at him. "It helps keep my thoughts in order. And it relaxes me. I like to write, almost as much as I like to draw." She blushed again. "I'm not very good. At either."
"Sure you are," Leo plucked the journal from her hand and flipped to a random page before she could react. "Reyna decided to start the day with another search for Jason. Surprise, surprise." Leo read.
He looked up. "Reyna? Your praetor?"
"Leo!" Hazel grabbed the book back. "You- I- that's rude! I could have written anything down."
Leo slid into the seat beside her, meeting her gaze. "I would have given it back as soon as you wanted, I was just curious." He shrugged. "I understand, not knowing people to know your thoughts sometimes."
She softened. "This is private."
"Okay," he nodded. "I'm sorry."
They sat in silence for a few seconds before he asked again, "Reyna is the praetor chick?"
"Yes."
"She's the one who had the hots for Jason."
"Umm… yes?"
From what Leo remembered Reyna was just as terrifying as Annabeth and possibly even more beautiful. "What's she like?"
"Reyna?" Hazel asked in surprise. "Uh, she's nice, I suppose. It takes a while to get on her good side. She's been though a lot though, and- and she's not good at getting close to people. I think she gets lonely."
"Really?" Leo asked in surprise. Reyna was one of those girls Leo figured would be rude and unsociable to everybody except her select group of friends.
She definitely didn't seem like someone who would be lonely.
Hazel nodded. "She doesn't really get to spend time with us like everybody else. She's always busy in charge."
Leo nodded, remembering what he'd seen of the praetor. He supposed it made sense.
And suddenly he felt a sudden, strong kinsman ship with this girl, who had pressure on her shoulders and wasn't good with people.
"I should go to bed." Hazel stood up. "Night, Leo."
He stood too. "Same. Night Hazel."