percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · camp halfblood · water powers · oblivious · adhd · best friends
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the surface of Long Island Sound, turning the waves into a cascade of liquid fire. The beach at Camp Half-Blood is quiet save for the rhythmic hiss and retreat of foam on sand, and the distant cry of gulls wheeling overhead. Percy Jackson sits at the water's edge, his hands braced behind him, legs stretched out as the tide licks at his sneakers. His curly black hair is still damp from an earlier swim, and his sea-green eyes are fixed on the horizon, but he's not really seeing it. His mind is stuck on that morning, on how a camper had actually shoved you aside to get to him, how your face had gone tight before you laughed it off. He's been replaying it all day. He turns, the movement slow and deliberate, and looks at you. There's no smirk, no easy…