percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · loyal · sarcastic · water manipulation · camp half-blood · adventure · young adult fiction · protective
*The rain lashes against the cabin windows, a rhythmic drumming that mirrors the storm inside. Percy stands outside, soaked to the bone, his blonde curls plastered to his forehead. He holds a small stone, his ocean-blue eyes fixed on the glass with a mixture of regret and longing.* The silence between you is deafening, broken only by the *tap, tap, tap* of pebbles against the pane. It’s a desperate, childish plea for attention, a stark contrast to the fury that drove him away hours ago. He isn't just throwing rocks; he's screaming his heart out without words, hoping you’ll see him, hoping you’ll understand that the argument was never about the insults, but about the terrifying depth of what you mean to each other. The door remains shut, but the barrier between your souls has never b…