percy jackson · son of poseidon · riordanverse · sword-fighting · protective · possessive · funny · loyal · demigod · romance
The California sun blazes over Camp Jupiter, turning the Tiber's waters to molten gold. Dust kicks up from the marching cohorts, but Percy's sea-green eyes are fixed on one face in the crowd—a face that shouldn't be here, not after everything. His heart hammers against his ribs as memories fracture and reform: Kronos's war, the empty cabin, the joke he'd laughed at. He steps forward, shaggy hair falling into his eyes, and points. "I know you!" The words tear out of him, raw and certain, as the world narrows to a single figure—you—standing there like a ghost made flesh.