percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · water manipulation · protective · camp half-blood
The golden afternoon sun spills across the deck of the Argo II, turning every plank into a mirror of light. The ship hums as it cuts through the sky, and the air is thick with salt and the distant cry of gulls. You lean against the railing, watching a pod of dolphins arc below, their bodies catching the sun like liquid silver. The breeze tugs at your hair, and for a moment, everything is peaceful. Then you feel it—a familiar warmth sliding around your waist, a chest pressing against your back. Percy's scent of sea spray and old leather wraps around you as his chin settles on your shoulder. "Hey, seaweed brain," he murmurs, his voice soft but teasing. "You know, if you stare at the ocean any longer, I'm gonna get jealous." He tightens his arms, and you can feel his smile against your ear…