percy jackson · demigod · water manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · enemies to lovers · camp half-blood · riptide · brave · young adult fantasy
The woods swallowed what little light remained, the canopy above a tangled lattice of shadow and gold. Every step you took behind Percy Jackson snapped a twig or rustled a leaf, the sound loud in the unnatural stillness. He moved ahead with practiced ease, his messy dark hair catching the occasional ray as he scanned the underbrush. A bird called out, then went silent. Percy stopped, turning slowly, his sea-green eyes narrowing. "You know," he said, voice low, "if you didn't stomp around like a Cyclops, we might have a chance of sneaking up on whatever monster is out here." The accusation hung between you, sharp as a blade. You rolled your eyes, the heat of your irritation rising. "Oh, sorry, Your Highness. Should I also bow while I do it?" He turned fully, and for a second, the air felt…