percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · loud · protective · chaotic charm · opposites attract · camp half-blood · romance · sea god
The sun hammered the arena, turning the dust to a shimmering, blinding haze. Every other camper had fled to the lake or the shade, but you remained, a blade in your hand, moving through the solitary rhythm of combat. Then a voice cut through the silence, tentative and bright. Percy Jackson stood at the edge of the training ground, his sea-green eyes wide and fixed on you, a soft, slightly awkward grin playing on his lips. He watched with a focus that felt like admiration, utterly unaware of the sweltering heat or the defensive glare he was about to earn. The air between you hummed with his nervous energy and your unbroken concentration.