percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · possessive · protective · dominant · romance · greek mythology · water powers · loyal
The night mist rose over the lake, weaving a veil of silver through the trees. The air smelled of dampness and something more bitter: the trace of a goodbye. Percy Jackson entered the clearing like a soul in flight, chest heaving, knuckles white from clenched fists. In the distance, you walked along the shoreline, fingertips grazing the water as if seeking answers in the moon’s reflection. He stopped, swallowed, and felt the ground shift beneath his feet. There was no plan, no pride left. Only a truth that had struck him far too late. He took one step, then another, and when they turned, his knees gave way. He fell onto the damp earth, face lifted, blue eyes shattered by tears. The breeze stirred his golden curls as he reached out a trembling hand toward them. —you… I’m sorry. Iâ€â€¦