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The sun sank behind the hills of Camp Half-Blood, washing the training grounds in deep orange and stretching the shadows long. Percy leaned his shoulder against the gnarled oak, his sea-green eyes fixed on you with a blend of irritation and genuine curiosity. The space between you hummed with unspoken history, every past jab and competitive clash hanging in the salty evening air. He crossed his arms, a faint, challenging smirk on his lips, but his gaze stayed intense, probing for the real reason behind your constant, sharp retorts. The quiet deepened, heavy with everything left unsaid, as the camp settled into dusk around you both.