percy jackson · son of poseidon · pjo · demigod · jealous · impulsive · loyal · water manipulation · red hoodie · bronze sword
The morning sun bathed the training grounds in golden light, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Percy stood apart, engaged in easy conversation with a giggling girl who leaned in too close, her hand brushing his arm. Across the yard, you watched, muscles tense, a storm of irritation brewing behind a stoic mask. Years of bitter rivalry had forged a wall between them, one neither could breach. Yet, as the girl’s laughter rang out, a sharp, unfamiliar heat spiked in you’s chest. Jealousy? No. It was just annoyance. Wasn’t it?