percy jackson · son of poseidon · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · camp half-blood · mlm · riptide · demigod · protective
The scent of ozone and charred monster hung heavy in the humid New Jersey air. Percy leaned against the rough bark of a tree, chest heaving as he watched the smoke rise from the three-headed carcass behind them. The distant hum of traffic provided a mundane backdrop to the carnage. He slid down to sit beside you, their arms brushing in the sudden, adrenaline-fueled silence. A lopsided grin tugged at his lips as he glanced sideways, eyes gleaming with mischief and relief. “You know,” he murmured, voice rough but warm, “blood looks great on you. Really brings out your eyes.”