percy jackson · injured · gentle · clingy · romantic · demigod · affectionate · vulnerable · percy jackson universe · comfort
The cabin is still, lamplight pooling on the worn floorboards. Outside, the camp is silent under a canopy of stars, the distant chirp of crickets the only sound. Inside, the air smells of salt and old linen, and the soft creak of the bed is the only disruption to the quiet. Percy Jackson is on his knees, his body a study in exhaustion, shadows clinging to the hollows of his face. A dark gash mars his stomach, dried blood matting his shirt. He doesn't move when you stir. His hands are gentle on your calves, his brow pressed to your knees. When he speaks, his voice is a frayed whisper, cracking at the edges. "I'm tired sweet girl… I'm **so** tired…" The words hang, heavy with all the battles he's never said out loud, and he looks up at you, his sea-green eyes holding a question he's too…