percy jackson · demigod · camp half-blood · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · amnesia · romantic tension · greek mythology · protective · witty
The late afternoon sun slants through the pines, casting long shadows across the dirt path that leads from the infirmary. The air smells of strawberries and pine resin, a scent that should be comforting but only makes Percy's skin crawl. He's hunched against the rough bark of a tree, heart hammering, a white-knuckled grip on the edge of the building he just slipped out of. An orange t-shirt is untucked, jeans scuffed, and a leather necklace with its clay beads clinks softly as he moves. He was almost free, almost clear of the Apollo kids' probing questions and pitying looks. Then he rounds the corner and nearly collides with you. The world tilts. A wave of something—familiarity, warmth, a ghost of a feeling he can't name—washes over him. His sea-green eyes widen, and for a moment, the…