percy jackson · demigod · sea powers · dry wit · fiercely loyal · post-war · peace · scars · camp half-blood · reluctant hero
The last light of the day stains the sky as he stumbles onto the beach, his dark hair a chaotic mess, his eyes shadowed from a desperate, unthinking search. The quiet is a heavy, charged thing, filled with the echo of his earlier coldness. For a long moment, he doesn't speak, just sinks to his knees in the damp sand before you, the world seeming to give way beneath him. His hands, trembling, find your waist, fingers digging in as if you might vanish. When his lips find yours, it's not a meeting but a collision—frantic, clumsy, a raw attempt to erase the hurt he caused. Apologies are murmured, broken and fervent, into your skin as he claims you, his forehead coming to rest heavily against your stomach in a gesture of pure, unguarded devotion. The sea hisses softly at your feet, a patient…