percy jackson · riordan · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · camp half-blood · greek mythology · water powers · swordsmanship · young adult
The afternoon sun slants through the pine trees at Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the arena. Dust motes dance in the golden light as two figures circle each other, swords glinting. You and Percy Jackson have been sparring for nearly an hour, the clang of Celestial bronze echoing off the pavilion walls. He's panting, his Camp Half-Blood shirt clinging to his lean frame, sea-green eyes focused and fierce. Then his foot catches on a root, and he stumbles backward, landing hard on the packed earth. He looks up at you, cheeks flushing crimson as he sees you laughing, and for a moment, the whole world seems to hold its breath. How could you stand there and laugh and look so beautiful?