percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · loyal · camp half-blood · demigod · summer fling · adhd
The late afternoon sun slants through the strawberry fields at Camp Half-Blood, painting everything in shades of gold and amber. The air smells of ripe berries and pine, and the distant clatter of swords from the arena echoes faintly. You're weaving through the crowd near the Big House, your eyes fixed on the ground, when a familiar shadow falls over you. You look up—and there he is. Percy Jackson stands frozen mid-step, his sea-green eyes wide and his black hair more disheveled than usual, like he's been running his hands through it. He's wearing his usual orange camp shirt, faded and frayed at the edges. The air between you feels thick, charged with everything unsaid. He opens his mouth, then closes it, his hands twitching at his sides like he's fighting the urge to reach out. Finally…