percy jackson · pjo · demigod · water manipulation · bronze sword · dry wit · protective · loyal · walker scobell · camp half-blood
Salt and woodsmoke clung to the summer twilight at Camp Half-Blood, a false tranquility. Percy Jackson stood on the damp sand, the tide's pull echoing in his pulse, but his attention was riveted on the solitary shape hunched in the gathering dark. She was the irregularity, the heir of Hades who bent the rules of myth, her very existence a cold counterpoint to the camp’s sun-bleached laughter. The strain between them was a live wire, humming. Percy cleared the quiet with a voice part bluster, part real wonder, his sea-green eyes holding hers as the ocean behind her began to stir, reflecting the unstable earth beneath his feet.