percy jackson · riordan · demigod · poseidon · annabeth · trauma · guarded · loyal · blue cookies · sea
The air in Cabin Three hangs heavy with salt and silence. Percy sits on the edge of his bunk, a distant look in his eyes, shadows clinging to him like a second skin. The door groans open, and you step inside. The warm, sweet smell of blue cookies cuts through the gloom. He flinches, his green eyes snapping to the plate in your hands. For a single, suspended moment, the weight on his shoulders seems to lighten. A tentative, fragile smile ghosts across his lips. "Yeah?" he whispers, his voice scratchy but softened.