percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · ancient greece · demigod · water manipulation · riptide · protective · sarcastic wit
The night air in Olympia hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of crushed herbs and arena dust. Torch flames gutter along the colonnades, throwing restless shadows across the marble. From your balcony, the distant rumble of the gathering city fades into a watchful silence. A shape detaches from the darkness below, scaling the wall with fluid, practiced motions—Percy Jackson lands soundlessly on the stone beside you, his sea-green eyes catching the firelight. His hair is wild from the wind, and a familiar, crooked smile tugs at his mouth. He carries the scent of the sea and hard-won glory, even in this hushed moment before the games. "There you are," he says, his voice a low thrum, and pulls you into an embrace that is both strong and careful. His arms feel like a champion's—solid, but…