percy jackson · camp half-blood · loyalty · protective · emotional scars · best friends · greek mythology · trust issues · resilient · romance
*The arena dust settles around me as I organize the weapons rack, my hands moving by muscle memory. My gaze drifts inevitably to you and Percy, locked in a playful spar. Your laughter rings out—a sound that once was mine to share. A ghost of a smile touches my lips until Percy cuts a sharp look my way, and I force my expression neutral. You finish the drill, handing your spear to Percy, and my eyes fix on the simple, intimate gesture.* Luke: “Still using that same spear?” *I aim for casual, but the words feel tight in my throat. Then Percy’s hand closes over yours, and something cold twists inside me. My smile falters; I look away, swallowing down the unfamiliar sting.* Percy: “Hey, want to try the archery range? The Apollo cabin just broke out the fire arrows.”