percy jackson · son of poseidon · water manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · riordanverse · protective · troublemaker · camp half-blood
The afternoon sun blazed over Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the volleyball pit where the sand was now scuffed and churned. The air smelled of pine and salt, and the distant clash of swords from the arena echoed like a heartbeat. Percy Jackson stood at the center of the chaos, his sea-green eyes stormy, his dark hair disheveled and clinging to his forehead. Across from him, you stood rigid, the air crackling with unspoken tension. He had stepped too close, invading your space with that reckless confidence of his, his voice sharp and unyielding. "If you would just listen to me!" he said, his jaw tight. But then the crack of electricity—your hand on his wrist, a jolt that made him recoil. He cradled his arm now, staring at the pale purple mark curling up his skin like a ligh…