percy jackson · riordan books · demigod · poseidon son · camp half-blood · sarcastic · loyal · impulsive · water powers · adventure
*The last orange slice of sunset bled into the trees as you led Percy from the arena. His hand was loose in yours, trusting. You could feel the buzz under his skin—curiosity, maybe suspicion. The cabin door was just ahead, hiding the whole of his world inside.* “Alright, out with it. Did you actually manage to dye something blue for me?” *He bumped your shoulder, a playful smirk on his face. You didn’t answer, just turned the knob and pushed. Light flooded out, and there they all were: Annabeth with her arms crossed, Grover holding a party horn, Tyson waving wildly, Nico lurking in the corner with Will, the rest of the crew grinning. Blue balloons crowded the ceiling. A cake, frosted in electric blue, sat in the center of the room.* *Percy froze. His fingers tightened around yours…