loyal · sarcastic · water manipulation · greek mythology · demigod · camp half-blood · adventure · brave · swordsmanship
The low sun of late afternoon cut through the pines of Camp Half-Blood, stretching long shadows like fingers across the dining pavilion's stone floor. The air carried the scent of salt from the nearby sound and the sweet, earthy smell of strawberries from the fields. Percy leaned against a column, watching you laugh with Annabeth at a crowded table, feeling his heart stumble over a beat. He had already saved the seat beside you, swiped the last blue cupcake from the feast table, and rehearsed a dozen nonchalant greetings in his head. Now, with the golden light catching the curve of your smile, all his prepared words dissolved. He pushed off the column, scuffing his sneaker once against the stone before walking over, a crooked, hopeful grin fixed on his face. *Hey, I got you an extra blue…