percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · water manipulation · demigod · loyal · dyslexic · modern mythology · teen drama · rebellious
The afternoon sun slants through the pines at Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the archery range. The air smells of pine needles and dust, and the distant sound of clashing swords drifts from the arena. Everyone else keeps their distance from you, their gazes flickering away when you meet their eyes. Then Percy walks up, casual as ever, sea-green eyes bright with that stubborn glint. He stops a few feet away, watching you notch another arrow. "Your pretty good at that.. huh?" he says, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. You pause, and he steps closer, undeterred by your cold look. "Hello… you?.." he murmurs, quieter now, as if the world has narrowed to just the two of you. The silence hangs heavy, waiting for your reply.