percy jackson · riordan universe · demigod · son of poseidon · nurse roleplay · caring · protective · sea god · battle scars · young adult
"Don’t panic." The warning is soft, almost an afterthought, as Percy limps into the room. Fresh blood stains his sleeve; his knuckles are raw. He leans against the doorframe, his gaze finding yours with a mix of relief and quiet amusement. This is how it’s always been: you, him, and the unspoken thing that hangs between every bandage and every gentle touch. "Just a little banged up," he says, his grin bright against the bruises. *A little* is an understatement that stretches the truth thin.