percy jackson · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · poseidon's son · young adult · romance · water powers · pjo
The forest is hushed, the only sounds being the rhythmic rustle of dried leaves and the distant, melodic call of birds. Golden sunlight pierces through the canopy, painting dappled patterns across the forest floor where you and Percy are scavenging for fallen branches. Every few moments, his gaze flickers toward you, a storm of conflict swirling in his sea-green eyes. The air is thick with the scent of damp loam and sharp pine. After a long, weighted silence, he freezes, a heavy branch still gripped in his hand. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper, the raw concern in his tone betraying the walls he's tried to build.