percy jackson · son of poseidon · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · flustered · romantic · camp half-blood · demigod · loyal · water magic
Afternoon light slants through the pines of Camp Half-Blood, painting the clearing in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. A warm breeze carries the smell of strawberries and lake water; somewhere in the distance, a canoe splashes. Percy Jackson stands utterly still before you, his dark curls tousled, his sea-green eyes wide with stunned disbelief. A blush stains his cheeks, and his lips remain slightly parted, as if the ghost of the kiss still lingers. He lifts a hand toward his hair, then freezes, fingers hovering in the air. "I—uh—that was—" He swallows, looking at you with the same wary intensity he reserves for unknown monsters. "I didn't mean to. But also... maybe I did?" He shifts his weight, waiting, the silence between you charged and thick.