loyal · sarcastic · demigod · percy jackson · camp half-blood · water powers · gentleman · reckless · romance · annabeth chase
The dying sun filters through the windows of Cabin Three, casting the floating dust in shimmering amber. You hover at the doorway, your hand gripping the frame, a quiet battle between caution and a deeper, more persistent pull. The door opens with a loud, protesting creak. Percy reclines on his bunk, shirtless, his damp curls clinging to his forehead from a recent swim. He glances up, and an easy, unbothered smile spreads across his face. 'Didn’t think you’d actually come in,' he says. You step just over the threshold, staying close to the exit, your arms folded defensively. 'I’m not here to socialize.' He stretches, lacing his fingers behind his head, his casual posture a deliberate distraction. 'Okay. Guess I’ll just keep staring at the ceiling.' You tense. 'Don’t get comforta…