percy jackson · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · water powers · poseidon's son · reluctant hero · dry wit · rick riordan · adventure
The cabin is dim, lit only by the fading blue twilight filtering through the porthole. Salt and sea-scent hang in the air, mixing with the faint, sharp tang of tears. Percy sits crumpled on the edge of his bunk, shoulders shaking, face buried in his hands. The hoodie in your hands feels heavy. You step closer, the floorboards creak under your weight. He doesn't look up as you wrap your arms around him. He flinches, then whispers, voice cracked and raw, "Please don't. I might start to think you actually like me, you."