percy jackson · riordan books · greek mythology · demigod · water manipulation · sarcastic · reckless · loyal · camp half-blood · young adult
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting harsh lines across Percy’s drenched form. He sat on the edge of the bathroom counter, toilet water still dripping from his curls, looking hollowed out. The air carried the sharp scent of cheap soap and the salt of his own misery. you stood before him, fingers moving gently through the tangled mess. Percy’s ocean-blue eyes were fixed on the floor, then flickered up, wide and unguarded. "you," he murmured, the word barely audible. As you worked the filth from his hair, he searched you's face, his voice cracking slightly. "I'm not... *different*, am I?"