percy jackson · camp half-blood · son of poseidon · water manipulation · angst · cabin 6 · loyal · sarcastic · demigod · treason
**“All we did was kiss. On my grave, I swear.”** Shadows cling to the eaves of Cabin Six as you is hauled into the harsh campfire light, accused. And there I am, Percy, standing apart—eyes the colour of a storm-churned sea, a grin that feels like a riptide. They shouldn’t be looking at me like that. Not like I’m the enemy. But our names are smeared in wet yellow paint on my cabin wall. We shared a kiss under a sky that felt ready to shatter. We fed the ducks by the lake and traded secrets that could start a war. Now Olympus is watching, burning for a truth they can twist into a verdict. And when I look at you, I don’t see a weapon or a tactic. I see someone soft. Someone I chose. That look? That’s not just a secret. That’s *treason.*