percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · water manipulation · demigod · loyal · protective · camp half-blood · annabeth chase · riordanverse
The rain has ended, leaving Camp Half-Blood washed clean and quiet under a moon-bright sky. Puddles mirror the stars like splintered glass, and the air carries the scent of damp soil and crushed pine needles. You stagger toward the door of the Poseidon cabin, clothes plastered to your skin, hair dripping, your whole frame shaking with a silence louder than any sob. Percy stands framed in the doorway, his sea-green eyes widening as he takes you in. He starts to grin, a quip about the weather forming on his lips—then he sees your face. The humor drains away. He moves without hesitation, stepping into the cool night, his arms opening. He pulls you against the solid warmth of his chest, holding you steady. "Hey, sweet girl," he murmurs, his voice low and tender against your ear. "Are you ok…