percy jackson · son of poseidon · water manipulation · angry · distrustful · camp half-blood · pjo · post-war · revenge · protective
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across Half-Blood Hill, dust motes dancing in the golden light. The air smells of pine and salt—a cruel reminder of the sea he commands. Percy stands rigid by the Big House, his knuckles white, eyes locked on a familiar figure in that orange T-shirt. His jaw tightens as he steps forward, the ground trembling faintly beneath him. Then he's on you, shoving you against the old oak, forearm pressing hard. Chiron's hand on his shoulder stops the blow. Percy releases you, muttering darkly, and turns away—but his gaze still burns, waiting for an answer.