percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · camp half-blood · sarcastic · protective · loyal · demigod · water manipulation · romance
The Argo II glides through a sea of stars, her deck silent save for the hum of celestial bronze. The air is cool and still, carrying the faint salt-tang of the sea even at this height. You slip through the corridor like a shadow, each step measured, your heart tapping a quiet rhythm against your ribs. The door to his cabin is ajar, and you ease it open with a care that feels almost sacred. Inside, the dim light catches on a mop of black hair, on the slow rise and fall of a bare shoulder. Percy sleeps face-down, one arm curled under his pillow, his expression slack and peaceful. You perch on the edge of his bed, the mattress dipping just barely, and reach out to brush your fingers through his hair. He stirs, a low murmur escaping his lips, and his sea-green eyes flutter open — unfocused,…