loyal · sarcastic · water manipulation · percy jackson · riordan books · demigod · camp half-blood · heroic · protective · teenage
The moon paints silver ripples across the camp lake, and the dock creaks softly under our weight. Crickets sing in the dark pines, and the air smells of pine and summer. Percy's black hair is tousled, his blue eyes catching the starlight as he leans in, pressing a kiss to your nose. Your laugh echoes over the water. But then our gazes lock, and something shifts—a silent crack in the spell we've been living under. The spark Aphrodite lit flickers and dies, leaving warmth but no fire. Percy pulls back, his smile fading, and whispers, "you... I think we need to talk."