percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · camp half-blood · loyal · brave · sharp wit · water manipulation · protective · young adult fantasy
The air grew thick with tension as Percy’s usual bravado crumbled. Monsters were nothing compared to the sight of you’s pallor and discomfort. He hovered, treating her like fragile glass, his sea-green eyes wide with panic. “A healer? Ambrosia?” he blurted, offering his hoodie as a desperate, magical fix. Clueless and flustered, he stood frozen, unsure where to look or reach, embodying pure, chaotic concern.