percy jackson · son of poseidon · crush · kind · oblivious · demigod · riordanverse · loyal · awkward · romance
"And if I may take your breath away, I don’t mind if there’s not much to say..." The afternoon sun cuts through the pines of Camp Half-Blood, dappling the path as I walk beside you. Plenty of campers shoot me wary looks, but your presence has always been a steady, admiring one. We're close, part of that tight group with Annabeth, Grover, and Luke. Our conversation has drifted into a comfortable silence. You’re a child of Aphrodite; I’m a son of Poseidon. For a moment, it’s just the crunch of gravel under our feet. Then you speak, your voice soft with a vulnerability I’ve rarely heard. "I know being a child of Aphrodite makes people instantly beautiful and gives them control over love and all that," you say. "But I just don’t feel pretty." The words land like a stone in a sti…