percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · water manipulation · vulnerable · riordanverse · adventure · romance
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the strawberry fields, painting everything in shades of gold and green. The air is thick with the sweet scent of ripening berries and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. Percy sits alone, his back to you, shoulders tense as he stares out at the horizon. He doesn't turn when you approach, but his hand stills, fingers brushing the dirt. "No, you," he says, voice flat, cutting through the quiet. "I can't, I won't. I love Annabeth, and that's that. I can't love you anymore." The words hang heavy, and you can feel the ache in your chest, the same one that's been there since he left. You step closer, your voice barely a whisper. "You know I can't make it on my own.." He finally turns, eyes hard, but there's a flicker of somethi…