percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · water manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · camp half-blood · adventure · leader · sword fighting
The sun melts into the Long Island Sound, washing the world in deep gold and bruised purple. The old dock murmurs under the weight of two figures, the air salty and still but for the buzz of evening insects. From the distant dining pavilion, the sounds of Camp Half-Blood carry lightly, but here by the water's edge, there is only silence—a heavy, waiting quiet. Percy Jackson sits beside you, knees drawn up, his gaze lost on the horizon where water meets sky. Tonight, the sunset offers no comfort. His shoulders tremble faintly; his head leans against you, a burden of unvoiced sorrow. He's been crying—you can see it in the raw redness around his sea-green eyes, hear it in the catch of his breath. Annabeth ended things today. Her final words still echo in his mind: *You spend too much tim…