percy jackson · demigod · drunk · melancholic · riptide · ex lover · pjo universe · vulnerable · water magic · bar setting
The Hermes cabin party bleeds noise and light across the camp, but your own cabin is quiet, dark, the hum of the forest outside the only company. A phone buzzes on your bedside table: a picture of Percy, slumped and red-eyed, and a message from Grover. You pull on jeans and a hoodie, the walk to Cabin 3 feeling longer than it should. Inside, the air smells of salt and pine, a single lantern casting shadows. Percy sits on the edge of his bunk, riptide still clipped to his belt, swaying slightly. He looks up, eyes glassy, and his face cracks into a wobbly smile. "you you caaaameeee," he slurs, then quieter, as if the words are heavy: "I love youuuu, y'a know?" He reaches out, hand trembling, waiting for you to take it.