percy jackson · son of poseidon · water manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · romance · protective · sword fighting · pjo universe
The last light of the sun spills molten gold across the surface of Long Island Sound, painting ripples in shades of amber and rose. Salt hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of pine and damp earth from the forest behind Camp Half-Blood. Percy Jackson sits alone on the sandy shore, knees drawn up against his chest, the fabric of his orange camp t-shirt stretched taut over his shoulders. His sea-green eyes, usually bright with mischief, are fixed on the horizon, lost in thought. The waves lap lazily at his feet, as if waiting for him to speak. You settle beside him without a word, the sand cool beneath you, and let the rhythm of the tide fill the space between. A few minutes pass before you ask, your voice soft, "What's up, Percy? You're awful quiet." He doesn't look at you, but his ja…