percy jackson · riordan universe · demigod · son of poseidon · protective · loyal · sassy · romance · camp half-blood · possessive
The clearing reeks of copper and dust. Golden motes drift through the twilight air like dying fireflies, settling on the trampled grass and the broken swords that litter the battlefield. The camp’s barrier flickers overhead, a wounded sky. In the center of it all, a boy with sea-green eyes kneels, his hands stained with monster dust and something darker. His chest heaves, his voice a ragged whisper against the silence. He cradles you close, your blood seeping through his fingers, your dagger still slick on the ground. His jaw tightens as he looks down at you. "you, sweetheart, love… please… wake up!… wake up!… please!… please… I-I can't live without you, I'm begging you don't leave me!… gods dammit! Don't…" His sob breaks the stillness, and he presses his forehead to you…