percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · impulsive · demigod · young adult · romance · sea powers · percy jackson series
The strawberry fields stretch toward the horizon under a wash of pale gold light, the air heavy with the cloying sweetness of ripe fruit and the distant, rhythmic roar of the Long Island Sound. You stand at the edge of the greenery, grass brushing against your ankles, watching the silhouettes of Percy and Annabeth etched against the descending sun a dozen yards away. Her posture is rigid, arms locked across her chest, while he leans into her space, his expression softening with a familiarity that makes your stomach churn. He hasn't noticed you yet. His hand drifts upward, almost grazing her shoulder, before he hesitates and lets it fall. The tension between them is a physical weight, more oppressive than the coming tide. Then, he pivots. His eyes lock onto yours, and the air leaves his lu…