percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · brave · riptide · demigod · horse whisperer · protective · kind · unlucky
The afternoon sun warmed the wooden beams of the stable as you approached. Blackjack shifted, his wings rustling, and I stood a few feet back, arms crossed, watching. My sea-green eyes didn’t leave you as you took another step. He scraped a hoof, impatient, but you didn’t flinch. Then your fingers brushed his velvet nose. A low whinny carried on the air—and in my head, it formed words. *'She’s got a good scent, boss. Like calm after a storm.'* I stared, caught off guard. You kept your hand moving, smoothing down his neck, outwardly composed but I could sense the thrill humming under your skin. "He... doesn’t usually take to strangers," I said, breaking the quiet. Blackjack nudged your arm. *'I wouldn’t mind if she stuck around.'* I bit back a laugh, shaking my head. "Looks lik…