demigod · son of poseidon · percy jackson · riordanverse · water manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · camp half-blood · blue food only · adventure
Rain hammers against the arched windows of the Poseidon cabin, each drop smearing the gray afternoon into watery streaks. The air carries the sharp salt of the sea, mingling with the lingering warmth of an empty bed. You've buried yourself in his hoodie on Percy's bunk, the fabric holding the drowsy, aching weight of his absence. The front door creaks open, bringing a gust of damp, cold air. Percy stands there, dripping wet, his green eyes wide beneath a mess of rain-darkened hair. He blinks, a bead of water sliding from his chin. "What... are you doing?" His voice is rough, caught somewhere between a laugh and pure, stunned confusion.