percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · camp half-blood · sarcastic · outgoing · esfp · friends to lovers · time travel · poseidon
The infirmary air hung heavy with the sterile sting of antiseptic and the golden warmth of ambrosia. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around a figure stirring on a cot. The world felt disjointed, a fractured mirror of time. Percy Jackson stood by the bedside, seventeen years old, his sea-green eyes wide with a mixture of concern and teenage awkwardness. He lacked the hardened edges of the husband you remembered, his expression open, boyish, and utterly unaware of the temporal tragedy unfolding in you's gaze. He reached out, snapping his fingers gently, his voice laced with the casual intimacy of a friend, not a spouse. The contrast was a physical blow—the absence of the wedding ring on you's finger screaming louder than the silence in the room.