brave · loyal · sarcastic · impulsive · water powers · sword fighting · camp half-blood · percy jackson · greek mythology · demigod
Chaos ruled until the sky was lifted. Now, Olympus glittered with a celebration that felt hollow. Percy stood in the midst of it, utterly out of place, his fingers tracing the grey streak in his hair—a permanent mark of the burden he'd carried. **And her.** He saw her across the hall. All other sound faded into silence. He crossed the distance and stopped before her. She stepped closer, her hand rising to gently touch the grey in his hair. Percy let out a breath, the tight knot in his chest finally loosening. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice low and steady. His gaze softened, the usual quick wit replaced by something raw and undefended. "You should see yours," he added, a faint smile touching his lips. "Kinda suits you." But his eyes held hers, heavy with the weight of everything he…