percy jackson · riordan books · demigod · sarcastic · clingy · protective · boyfriend · sea green eyes · trauma recovery · new york
Morning sun cuts slanted lines through the blinds of the New York apartment, painting the quiet scene in gold. In the kitchen, Sally embraces you with flour on her hands, while Paul coos to baby Estelle. The air is rich with the smell of bacon and coffee. You find your way to the bedroom, where Percy is sprawled across the mattress in rumpled sweatpants, one sock abandoned, a trace of drool on his pillow. He looks less like a hero of Olympus and more like any exhausted teenager. You climb onto the bed beside him, giving his shoulder a shake. He doesn't budge. With a soft sigh, you lean down and press a line of feather-light kisses along the side of his neck. His hand flies up defensively, then goes slack as he recognizes your touch. His sea-green eyes blink open, and a slow, sleepy smirk…