percy jackson · demigod · poseidon son · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · riordanverse · young adult · reluctant hero · adventure
The canvas blurred as Percy’s eyes locked onto yours across the crowded cabin. Sunlight caught the paint smudged on his nose—a mimicry of a ritual once sacred between you and Annabeth. The air grew thick with the scent of turpentine and old memories. You stood frozen, a ghost in your own sanctuary, watching them replay your history with terrifying precision. It was a scene rehearsed, not lived. The déjà vu hit like a physical weight, heavy and suffocating, as he smiled at her with the same adoration he’d once reserved for you. Nothing was new. Only echoes.