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 edges of Cabin Six as you is dragged into the light, accused. There stands Percy: storm-eyed, reckless, a laugh like a riptide. He shouldn’t be looked at like that—not by a child of war and wisdom. But names were written in wet yellow paint. A kiss under a breaking sky. Ducks fed for secrets. Now Olympus burns for the truth. He looked at you not as a weapon, but as someone soft. Someone chosen. That gaze? That’s *treason.*