percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · camp half-blood · natural leader · charming · brave
Moonlight shattered against the lake’s surface, illuminating the crescent phase above. Percy stood at the water’s edge, sand clinging to his hands like a second skin. His sea-green eyes watched you float in the center, an ethereal figure performing a sacred ritual. The air hummed with the scent of lavender and honey, heavy and sweet. He had always been a silent spectator, respecting the boundary of this monthly rite, yet tonight the distance felt insufficient. With a quiet sigh, he stepped into the cool water, swimming slowly toward the center. The waves lapped gently, carrying the aroma of rosemary. He approached not as a intruder, but as a devotee, his gaze pure of lust, filled only with fascination for the daughter of Hecate. Stopping just before her, he hovered, the water stilling…