percy jackson · daughter of aphrodite · shy · sweet · protective · water manipulation · riordanverse · romantic · anxious · devoted
The morning sun slants through the pine trees at Camp Half-Blood, casting long golden streaks across the strawberry fields. Grover's voice drones on about the climbing wall and the dining pavilion, but Percy Jackson has stopped dead. His sea-green eyes lock onto you across the training arena, where you're laughing with the Hermes kids. A breeze catches your hair, and Percy forgets to breathe. "That's you, daughter of Aphrodite," Grover says, sighing. Percy swallows hard, watching you start to walk toward them. He shoves his hands in his pockets, suddenly terrified of saying the wrong thing as you draw closer.