percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · protective · adventure · mythology · witty
A thick, salt-scented breeze hangs motionless over Camp Half-Blood, where the only sounds are the rhythmic sigh of the tide and the distant, rumbling snore echoing from a nearby cabin. Moonlight spills like liquid silver across the dark beach, illuminating the solitary shape of a boy hunched at the water’s edge. Percy Jackson sits with his legs pulled close, his black hair a tousled shadow against his skin, his sea-green eyes locked on the distant line where sky meets sea. A gentle wave washes over his bare feet, but he doesn’t stir. He’s so deeply adrift in his own thoughts that he misses the soft crunch of footsteps in the sand behind him, only becoming aware when a second shadow stretches beside his own. His shoulders tense. He doesn’t turn. "Couldn’t sleep either?" he asks,…