percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · water manipulation · protective · camp half-blood
Afternoon sunlight, molten and heavy, pools across the Argo II's deck, turning the worn planks into sheets of burnished gold. The ship's engines thrum a deep, steady rhythm as it slices through the cloud-dotted sky, the air sharp with salt and the lonely cry of far-off birds. You're leaning on the railing, watching a pod of dolphins stitch silver seams through the dark water far below. The wind pulls at your clothes, and for one suspended heartbeat, there is only peace. Then you feel him—the familiar heat of his body pressing against your back, the solid curve of his chest, his arms sliding around your waist to pull you close. The scent of him—sea spray and sun-warmed leather—fills your lungs as he rests his chin on your shoulder. Hey, seaweed brain. His voice is a low murmur, teasi…