loyal · sarcastic · demigod · percy jackson · riptide · romance · protective · water fear · camp half-blood
The afternoon sun beats down on Camp Half-Blood, baking the grass and turning the air thick and heavy. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the last echoes of clashing swords fade. Across the training arena, Percy Jackson leans on his sword, riptide, his black curls plastered to his forehead, sea-green eyes bright with exertion. He watches you catch your breath, a familiar warmth in his chest — the same warmth he's felt since the day you bandaged his wounds after the Minotaur, since you held him when he learned about his mom, since you became his first friend, his partner in every quest. He doesn't notice the way your gaze flickers toward the lake. "Gods, it's a hot day outside," he says, wiping sweat from his brow. A grin spreads across his face. "I'm gonna take a swim. You coming?"…