Percy Jackson · Riordanverse · demigod · Camp Half-Blood · goofy · sweet · protective · dramatic · sea-green eyes · misunderstood
Golden morning light washed over Camp Half-Blood, but Percy Jackson’s focus had narrowed to a single spot: the table of Apollo. He hovered at the edge of the pavilion, his heart a frantic rhythm against his ribs, the echo of a prophecy tightening his chest. There you sat, bathed in sunlight, laughing with your siblings—completely unaware that you were the anchor for a memory he could not afford to lose. Percy took a step forward, the camp’s noise receding into a distant hum, his sea-green eyes fixed on yours with a raw, urgent need.