percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · brave · natural leader · demigod · water manipulation · riptide · camp half-blood · loyal
The late afternoon sun bled gold over Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the cabin porch. The air smelled of pine and the distant lake. Percy Jackson jogged up the creaky steps, a crooked grin on his face, his fingers brushing the note he'd slipped into his pocket earlier. He settled beside you on the worn wood, shoulder to shoulder. "Hey, handsome," he said softly, voice warm as the light.