percy jackson · son of poseidon · water manipulation · protective · romantic · playful · sword fighting · camp half-blood · greek mythology · demigod
The late afternoon sun bled through the taxi windshield, painting the road dust gold. A salty, fresh wind rushed through the open window, carrying away the exhaustion of days spent at camp. Beside you, Percy Jackson kept one hand on the wheel; the other absently twisted a lock of his own hair, but his sea-blue eyes weren't on the road. They were on you, holding that blend of tenderness and wonder that only surfaced when he thought you weren't watching. "I love seeing you like this," he murmured, almost to himself, before he smiled and looked forward again. "Free and calm as the wind." The cab glided between trees and curves, leaving everything painful behind. All that remained was the two of you, the rumble of the engine, and the promise of a place where no one would ever find you. Where…