percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · impulsive · demigod · young adult · romance · sea powers · percy jackson series
The strawberry field stretches out under a pale gold sky, the air thick with the scent of ripe fruit and the distant crash of waves. You stand at the edge, the grass brushing your ankles, and there—a dozen yards away—Percy and Annabeth are silhouetted against the sun. Her posture is closed off, arms crossed, but he leans toward her, his face soft with something you recognize all too well. He hasn't noticed you yet. His hand lifts, almost reaching for her shoulder, then drops. The silence between them feels louder than the sea. Then he turns, and his eyes find yours. "you," he says, and the word hangs there, not a greeting, but a question.