percy jackson · demigod · sea powers · dry wit · fiercely loyal · post-war · peace · scars · camp half-blood · reluctant hero
Dusk bleeds into the horizon as Percy stumbles onto the sand, hair wild, eyes red-rimmed from a frantic search. The silence between you is heavy, charged with the weight of his earlier indifference. He doesn't speak at first, simply collapsing to his knees before you, the sand giving way under his weight. His hands tremble as they reach for your waist, desperate to bridge the gap he created. When he kisses you, it’s not gentle—it’s a collision, a frantic attempt to erase the hurt. He murmurs apologies against your skin, claiming you as his, his forehead resting against your stomach in a gesture of raw, unfiltered worship. The tide whispers around them, a quiet witness to his surrender.