Pertaining to the sky; celestial.
"I really don't see why you'd drag me out here at fucking-" Mike pauses to yawn, arms stretching up as she attempts to drive her sleepiness away enough to pay attention to what Will is doing in front of her. "What time is it anyway? I could've sworn you Aphrodite kids didn't like getting up early because of beauty sleep or whatever."
She tilts her head, arms falling back to her sides, swinging, watching as Will glances back at her.
"That's bullshit, and you know Eddie and Piper would tell you the same thing." Will shakes his head, eyes closing long enough it doesn't look weird, smile threatening to split his face. "Hell, even Jon's up early all the time with Nancy. Don't you Athena kids know the importance of good sleep?"
Mike scoffs, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms, hair flying in her face despite the hair tie around her wrist. "Touche, I guess. But seriously, what are we out here for?"
Their shoes hit the wood of the deck going over part of the lake, the wood dry from being left alone overnight. Looking around, the entire camp is quiet; they're risking a lot being out during night harpy time, but she can't say she isn't curious.
"We're out here..." Will trails off, pulling his sketchbook from where his arm kept it held to his side and a pen and various colored pencils from his pocket. He points the pressing end at her after he picks the pen out, the rest going back in his pocket. "Because I want to draw you and thought the sunrise could be a good backdrop."
Mike can feel red creep into her cheeks. "Oh."
She looks out on the horizon, seeing the inky blues and blacks beginning to recede, giving way to hints of the warmer tones a sunrise brings. Even now she finds herself falling in love with it; the colors and how Will thinks of her like this - beautiful enough to draw in a sunrise. Speaking of him, she looks over, catching him with soft, shiny eyes and a small smile, his sketchbook not even opened yet.
"I was right about you being beautiful in this light," he comments, and Mike scrunches her nose, finding the sentiment cheesy.
"Beautiful is a strong word, I think," she comments, red threatening to overtake her face. She presses her hands to her cheeks, feeling the heat of it and feeling more than a little giddy that Will had been the one to put it there.
"Well, I think it fits perfectly."
She turns back to the sky, moving to plop down at the end of the pier, seeing Will follow her movement out of the corner of her eye.
They spend a good while on the pier - the sounds of Will's pen and pencils scratching against the paper and her humming whatever song comes to mind every once in a while to keep herself entertained while the sky's colors blend and change from dark blues and blacks to warm reds and oranges, finally interrupted by Will's siblings as dawn breaks into light blues and cloudy whites.
"We might have to do that again," Mike says as they get up, eyes widening predictably as Will shows her the finished product. She has no doubt she looks lovesick gazing at him.
"Yeah," he agrees, eyes shining. "We should." Will closes his book, sliding the last pencil back in his pocket. "You were empyrean as always, my paladin."