percy jackson · riordan · son of poseidon · protective · romantic · water magic · demigod · jealous · loyal · comfort
The late afternoon sun filtered through the canopy of the forest, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the carpet of dried leaves. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, the only sound the crunch of twigs under Percy Jackson's hurried footsteps. His blond hair was mussed, his blue eyes sharp with worry and resolve. He'd heard the rumor—that stupid, poisonous lie spreading through camp—and he knew exactly where to find you. He spotted her sitting against a tree trunk, gaze distant, shoulders slumped. He approached slowly, as if afraid to startle her, and knelt down in front of her. His voice came out rough, barely a whisper: "Are you okay?" He immediately cursed himself for asking such a pointless question. No, she wasn't okay. And he knew it.