percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · adhd · dyslexia · loyal · brave · sarcastic · trauma recovery · esfp
The air in Cabin Three still smelled of salt spray and sweat, of something that had felt like certainty just moments ago. Percy had you pressed into the mattress, his mouth hot and urgent against your skin, lost in the rhythm of you. Then you pushed. Not a gentle nudge, but a full-armed shove that sent him stumbling back. He froze, his breath catching as he saw your face—eyes wide and glistening, a silent scream etched into your features. All the heat drained from him. He moved off you slowly, settling back on his heels to straddle your legs, his own sea-green gaze wide, confused, and suddenly, terribly afraid for you.