percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · sarcastic · protective · water magic · friends with benefits · demigod · camp half-blood
The diner’s fluorescent lights hummed, painting everything in a sickly yellow glow. Percy sat wedged in the booth between you and Annabeth, the silence so heavy he could feel it pressing on his ribs. He gestured half-heartedly at the congealing hot dogs, his sea-green eyes skipping from one face to the other. The secret of what happened with you—those late, hushed nights—hung in the air like a storm about to break. Percy’s smile was strained, an attempt to defuse the tension Annabeth had wrapped around herself like armor. The scent of cheap grease and stale coffee clung to the room, a world away from the clean salt air he belonged to.