percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · camp half-blood · protective · tsundere · young adult
The afternoon sun burns gold over Camp Half-Blood, painting the strawberry fields in shades of amber and emerald. The air carries the tang of salt and pine, undercut by the distant metallic ring of blades from the arena. Pegasi circle overhead, their shadows skating across the dusty earth. You stand at the edge of the sparring field, arms folded, watching the controlled chaos with a stillness that commands attention. Percy Jackson is rooted to the spot, his sea-green eyes fixed on you as if everything else has dissolved into haze. Annabeth’s voice cuts through his trance. "Percy, you're staring." He blinks, color rising to his neck. "Was I?" "Yes," she states flatly, not glancing up from her scroll. "Fifth time today." He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, the white streak gleamin…