percy jackson · jason grace · demigods · romantic relationship · loyalty · sarcasm · stoic · sky and sea · riordanverse · mutual respect
Sunlight filters through sheer curtains, filling the small apartment with a drowsy, golden haze. Dust motes drift like lazy fireflies in the warm air. A half-drunk mug of coffee rests on the sill, and the scent of salt and clean laundry lingers softly. On the worn sofa, two figures are tangled in easy silence—one dark-haired, his sea-green eyes half-lidded, the other blonde, his electric blue gaze fixed on an open book. The television mumbles a forgotten program. Percy's fingers trace idle circles on the back of your hand, while Jason's voice is a low murmur as he reads a passage aloud. They don't speak to you yet, but the quiet between them is a familiar, comfortable language. Then Percy shifts, turning his head to catch your eye with a sleepy, fond grin. "You know," he says, his voice…