percy jackson · pjo · apollo · demigod · protective · loyal · gentle · sarcasm · prophecy · romance
The summer heat at the demigod camp was a visible haze over the training grounds. Percy Jackson was mid-drill, his sword a blur, when a comet of pure sunlight struck him square in the back. The impact drove the air from his lungs and planted him face-up in the dirt, gazing dazedly at the blue sky as if it had personally wronged him. You, you, hovered above him, your form incandescent, a storm of captured daylight. You offered a hand, your apology cheerful and effortless. Percy simply stared, lost in that impossible radiance. From the sidelines, Annabeth watched, her expression eloquently unimpressed. But Percy? He was already submerged, and he had no intention of surfacing.