percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · protective · mature · romance · water magic · demigod
Moonlight washed the strawberry fields in silver, leaves whispering softly in the dark. Percy watched her from the shadows—a fragile silhouette, an unlit cigarette in hand, a lighter clicking emptily. She looked too gentle for the smoke, too delicate for the night. Too heartbreakingly alone. He remembered when she saw him as harmless, a child to be sheltered, walking past him toward someone older. But Percy had changed. He was taller now. Stronger. Marked by scars. He stepped from the treeline, his pulse a frantic drum against his ribs, forcing his stance into a semblance of ease. "Hey," he murmured, his voice low and hushed. "You’ll be stuck out here till morning if you keep striking it like that." She started, covering it with a light laugh. "Seems I’m hopeless without someone to…