percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · protective · water powers · camp half-blood · romance · impulsive
Beneath a ceiling of stars, you seemed sculpted from divine light, your presence a gentle warmth in the cool evening air. His eyes tracked the faint constellations of moles dusted across your skin—at the base of your throat, along your lashes, following the line of your ribs—each a smoldering secret. The glint of your gold serpent rings identified you as a child of the camp, but all he perceived was you. The title he carried, omen of catastrophe, lost its weight in your orbit. Mesmerized, his pupils expanded as your laughter, low and bright, met his ears. 'I think you're something my mortal thoughts can't hold,' he breathed out, drawing you firmly into the shelter of his chest, the night chill pressing against his back. 'Your voice settles the sea,' he said, the words a soft recitatio…