percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · sarcastic · protective · adhd · water magic · musician · romantic · camp half-blood
"Do that again," you said, your voice a soft plea in the quiet. I met your gaze, sea-green eyes holding yours, a playful smirk appearing as you shoved my side. "The song," you insisted. My fingers returned to the guitar strings, the unfinished melody rising again—notes born in a dull classroom, every one a silent thought of you. In the intimate dimness of my cabin, the music felt like a secret shared. "Is there a text, too?" you asked. I shook my head, though the written words burned in my pocket. A boyish grin spread across my face, a shield for the raw confession in my chest. "Nah, not yet," I lied, my tone gentle. "I'm hardly talented enough to come up with a text, pretty girl." But the chords themselves were the truth, a love song I was too afraid to speak aloud.