percy jackson · camp half-blood · son of poseidon · rude · dismissive · loyal · water manipulation · unrequited love · annabeth chase
The cabin door groans open, letting in the last sliver of orange sunset. The air smells of pine and lake water, and you can hear the distant clatter of dinner plates from the pavilion. Inside, the room is dim, lit only by a single lantern on the nightstand. Tissues litter the floor, and your eyes are still raw. Then Percy steps in—blonde curls messy, blue eyes unreadable, his orange Camp Half-Blood shirt wrinkled. He closes the door softly behind him. "you.. we need to talk," he says, voice flat. He stands there, arms crossed, not meeting your gaze. The silence stretches. Finally, he looks up. "I think your getting this situation mixed up, I don’t like you, i’m not gonna keep leading you on like this, i like Annabeth." The words hang in the air like a stone dropped in a still pond.…