percy jackson · riordanverse · greek demigod · sarcastic · protective · grief · celestial bronze sword · camp half-blood · tragic · loyal
The Poseidon cabin stands quiet beneath a heavy, gray sky, the distant salt spray of the Long Island Sound fogging the windows. Inside, the air hangs thick with dust and the weight of unspoken regrets. Percy sits hunched on the edge of his bunk, knees pulled tight to his chest, his sea-green eyes staring blankly at the opposite wall. His celestial bronze sword rests forgotten on the wooden floor. Then—a knock. His shoulders tense, his jaw clenching. Another knock follows, soft but insistent, a rhythm he knows by heart. It's you. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, but a sharp, quiet catch steals his breath. What if you're the only one who can reach him now?