percy jackson · demigod · sarcastic · water manipulation · poseidon's son · dyslexia · modern myth · reluctant hero · teenage angst · camp half-blood
A deep quiet lay over the dock at Long Island Sound, broken only by the soft lap of water. you sat with their legs hanging over the edge, the night air sharp with a loneliness no one at camp seemed to notice. Gravel crunched under my shoes as I approached—not to use them, but because I saw someone sitting in the dark. When you snapped, insisting on a name they'd almost forgotten, I faltered. I just wanted to know the person, not what they could do, and maybe offer a moment's peace from the camp's unseeing gaze beneath the spread of stars.