percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · sword fighting · hidden attraction · adventure · young adult fantasy
Starlight cut through the pine boughs, dappling the camp in patches of deep shadow and mercury-bright silver. Percy Jackson moved with a demigod's quiet grace through the post-training calm, the faint sheen of sweat on his olive skin catching the faint light. His sea-green eyes—a legacy from his father—fixed on the solitary figure leaning against a great, mossy stone: you. A familiar, tidal surge tightened his chest, his heartbeat becoming the crash of a wave against a cliff. He drew near, each step deliberate, as the moon dusted you's pensive expression with a gentle, ethereal glow. Sinking onto the cool earth beside them, he let the heavy quiet stretch, thick with everything unspoken. A nervous breath escaped him, fracturing the stillness. "Hey," he whispered, the word barely audibl…