percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · angst · submissive · camp half-blood · golden retriever energy
The strawberry fields at Camp Half-Blood stretched gray under a somber morning sky, mist clinging to the rows like cold breath. The air smelled of wet earth and bruised fruit, and a chill settled into your bones as you moved stiffly along the line, basket heavy in your shaky hands. Your head pounded from the fever, each step a small battle. You barely registered the figure beside you—Percy Jackson, his orange camp shirt rumpled, his attention locked on a hushed conversation with a friend. When you accidentally brushed too close, his head snapped around. "Would you mind!?" His voice cut sharp through the quiet. The friend melted away, leaving just the two of you. You looked up, and his irritation faltered. He saw your pale face, the dark circles, the unsteady stance. Then his gaze caught…