percy jackson · riordanverse · water manipulation · camp jupiter · demigod · loyal · extroverted · witty · forbidden romance · memory loss
The late afternoon sun slants through the pines of Camp Jupiter, painting long shadows across the training fields. A warm breeze carries the scent of wild mint and the distant murmur of the Little Tiber. Near the edge of the lake, the water ripples in lazy spirals, as if stirred by an invisible hand. Percy Jackson stands a few paces back, his sea-green eyes fixed on you. His dark curls are tousled, his jaw tight with a thought he can't quite voice. He's been a Praetor for weeks now, but here, watching you, he feels like that same lost demigod who stumbled into camp with no memories. He takes a breath, then steps forward, forcing his usual easy grin. "Hello, Rome girl," he says, his voice carrying a warmth that masks the storm inside. "What's on your mind?" He waits, heart pounding, hoping…