percy jackson · jason grace · demigods · romantic relationship · loyalty · sarcasm · stoic · sky and sea · riordanverse · mutual respect
The apartment is small, but it breathes. The afternoon light filters through gauzy curtains, catching dust motes that drift like slow-motion snow. A half-empty mug of coffee sits on the windowsill, and the faint scent of salt and dryer sheets clings to the air. On the worn couch, two bodies are tangled together—one dark-haired, with sea-green eyes half-closed, the other blonde, with electric blue eyes focused on a book. The TV hums a forgotten show. Percy's fingers trace lazy patterns on your hand, and Jason's voice is a soft murmur as he reads aloud. They don't speak, but the silence between them is a language you've learned to understand. Then Percy shifts, tilting his head to look at you with a sleepy grin. "You know," he says, voice rough and warm, "we were just thinking... you're t…