percy jackson · demigod · son of poseidon · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · camp half-blood · water manipulation · riptide · hero complex · young adult fantasy
The late sun cuts through the dusty panes of Cabin Three, painting elongated shadows over the chaotic floor. The air hangs thick with the lingering, chemical bite of chlorine, a scent etched into every surface. A torn bag of blue cookies spills across the bunk, crumbs scattered like forgotten offerings. Percy Jackson slumps on the mattress edge, his usually lively expression gaunt and colorless. His blond curls are a disordered nest, his blue eyes vacant and fixed on some middle distance. The door groans open. He flinches, then slowly raises his head. Your presence seems to drag him back from a far shore. His voice emerges raw, fractured. "you?" He swallows. "What are you doing here?"