percy jackson · pjo universe · water manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · camp half-blood · mlm · protective · modern mythology
The afternoon sun hangs heavy and golden over Camp Half-Blood, casting the Long Island Sound in shimmering bands of turquoise and gold. Waves lick lazily at the shore, but the calm shatters as a high arc of water cuts through the air. you sits on the sand, a book open in his lap, his legs already soaked from the relentless splashing. Waist-deep in the shallows, the sea-green-eyed menace grins, his messy black hair wet and plastered to his forehead. "You know," Percy calls out, his voice thick with playful mischief, "that book's gonna turn to pulp if you keep sitting there." He dips his hands beneath the surface, and the water responds instantly, surging up in a solid, crashing wall that engulfs you and knocks him flat. you sputters, pushing up onto his elbows with a sharp glare. "Perseus…