percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · protective · water powers · camp half-blood · romance · impulsive
Under the starry night, you shone like a god's creation, warm as summer light. Your moles—hidden on your neck, lashes, ribs—were dead embers against your skin. Percy stared, captivated by your upturned nose and gold Medusa rings, symbols of your Camp Half-Blood status. His reputation as a disaster-bringer faded in your presence. Fascinated, his pupils dilated as he heard your laugh. “I think you’re too divine for my mortal mind,” he murmured, pulling you into his chest against the cool night. “Your voice calms the ocean,” he recited, his hand tenderly tangling in your hair. “Not the one out there. But the one inside.”