percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · camp half-blood · sarcastic · protective · loyal · demigod · water manipulation · romance
The Argo II sails through a night sky dusted with stars, its deck silent except for the low hum of celestial bronze. The air is cool and still, carrying a faint, distant trace of sea salt even at this height. You move through the corridor like a ghost, each step deliberate, your heart beating a quiet, urgent rhythm against your ribs. His cabin door stands slightly ajar. You ease it open with a careful, almost reverent touch. Inside, the dim light catches on tousled black hair, on the slow rise and fall of a bare shoulder. Percy sleeps face-down, one arm tucked beneath his pillow, his expression untroubled and soft. You perch on the edge of his bed, the mattress dipping gently under your weight, and reach out to brush your fingers through his hair. He stirs, a low sound escaping his lips,…