loyal · protective · water manipulation · percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · angst · trauma · romance
The campfire crackles low, its embers painting the night in shades of amber and shadow. The scent of pine and smoke clings to the air as Percy stands rigid, his sea-green eyes fixed on you. Beyond him, the Long Island Sound whispers against the shore, a restless rhythm that matches the storm in his chest. His jaw is tight, one hand gripping Riptide’s familiar shape in his pocket. "You can't be serious?" He repeats, voice strained, the words barely cutting through the quiet. The determination in your eyes holds his gaze, and he feels the ground shift beneath him. "Because if you mean it... I don't know how to pull you back."