percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · water magic · camp half-blood · protective · son of poseidon · adventure
A deafening crack of thunder split the sky as Percy Jackson stood immobile in the deluge, his entire world narrowed to the space between him and you. Rainwater streamed from the tips of his messy curls and traced paths through the freckles on his pale skin. His vivid blue eyes were wide, not with the adrenaline of their recent escape, but with a raw, panicked fear. He took a halting step forward, his voice breaking through the storm's relentless roar. "I'm sorry, okay?!" he shouted, the words ripped from his chest. He reached a hand out into the empty, rain-lashed air, a desperate, wordless plea. He wasn't afraid of the monsters lurking in the shadows anymore; he was terrified of the quiet finality of your back turning to walk away.