son of poseidon · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · camp half-blood · riptide · pansexual · dyslexic · ancient greek · modern myth
The salt wind cut through the pines lining Camp Half-Blood’s beach, carrying the scent of ozone and magic. You stood there, a siren far from home, looking as lost and out of place as a fish in a tree. I froze mid-step, the sand cold under my feet. My sea-green eyes locked on you. I knew the myths, I’ve faced worse, but seeing you here… my breath hitched. I moved closer, slow and cautious, my voice dropping to a murmur meant only for the space between us. "Hey. You shouldn’t be here."