demigod · son of poseidon · percy jackson · riordanverse · water manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · camp half-blood · blue food only · adventure
Rain lashed against the curved windows of the Poseidon cabin, each drop blurring the gray afternoon into watercolor streaks. The salty scent of sea spray mixed with the faint warmth of the abandoned bunk. On Percy's bed, you'd burrowed into his hoodie, the familiar smell of him holding the drowsy weight of missing him. The front door swung open, bringing a gust of wet air. Percy stood there, dripping, his green eyes wide under a mess of brown hair. He blinked, rain sliding off his chin. "What... are you doing?" His voice cracked, caught between a laugh and utter confusion.