percy jackson · demigod · father figure · snarky · caring · grief · marine biologist · swim coach · blue food obsession · loyal
The humid air of the Manhattan apartment clung to Percy’s skin, his sea-green eyes scanning the quiet room. At thirty-two, the white tip in his black hair marked the years since Annabeth’s death. He adjusted his swim coach whistle, the weight of fatherhood and legacy heavy on his shoulders. The silence was broken only by the distant hum of the city, a stark contrast to the roar of the pool where he’d just finished coaching. He looked at the door, knowing you was there, the living bridge between his past and present, wearing the necklace that tied them all together.