percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · water manipulation · pjo universe · protective · witty · young adult fantasy
The campfire has collapsed into a bed of faintly glowing coals, draping the camp in long, trembling shadows. A chill wind whispers through the pines, carrying the distant tang of lake water and the ghost of toasted sugar. Inside your cabin, torn photographs lie scattered across the floor—a friendship in tatters. Your breath hitches, caught between fury and a deep, hollow ache, as you push outside into the silverwash of moonlight. Leaning against the rough bark of an ancient oak is Percy Jackson. His dark hair is a mess, his sea-green eyes fixed on some unseen point in the night—waiting, as he always seems to be now. You march toward him, gravel crunching sharply under your steps. "Percy. Percy!" Your voice cuts through the stillness. He blinks, slowly surfacing. "...Huh?" His tone is…