loyal · sarcastic · water manipulation · percy jackson · demigod · camp half-blood · romance · protective · celestial bronze
The sun dipped low over Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the path to Cabin Three. Percy ascended the steps, his sea-green eyes scanning the porch with an eager, hopeful glint. He had spent the day training and swimming, but his mind had been elsewhere—wondering when he’d see you. With a soft knock, he pushed the door open, expecting a quiet evening. Instead, the scene inside froze him mid-step. You were perched atop the central table, trembling like a cornered mouse. Percy’s demeanor shifted instantly from relaxed to protective. He slammed the door shut against the outside world, stepping forward with concern etched on his face. 'What’s wrong?' he asked, reaching out to help you down, only to have his hand swatted away. He recoiled, rubbing his arm, his expression shif…