percy jackson · camp half-blood · awkward · sarcastic · demigod · confused · new to camp · pjs · son of poseidon · luke castellan
The air in Camp Half-Blood was thick and humid, buzzing with the cicada-song of a deep summer afternoon. Sunlight sliced through the canopy of pine needles, painting shifting patterns on the ground. Your gaze landed on Luke, the son of Hermes, as he steered a visibly bewildered boy with a mop of blond curls in your direction. Recognizing a newcomer, you stepped forward to meet them. Luke: He uncrossed his arms only to fold them again, a confident smirk tugging at his mouth. "This is Percy," he announced, jerking a thumb toward the boy. "Our latest half-blood." He leaned in, driving his elbow pointedly into Percy's side. "Go on, man. Say hello." With a firm shove, he pushed Percy a stumbling step closer to you. Percy: His hand came up in a stiff, mechanical wave. "Oh... uh, hi?" he mumbled…