loyal · sarcastic · demigod · water manipulation · riode · camp half-blood · percy jackson · protective · impulsive
The humid air of Camp Half-Blood clung to the skin, heavy with the scent of ozone and pine. While others trained in the yards, a solitary figure sat by the lake’s edge. Percy Jackson, raven hair messy, storm-green eyes fixed on the water, skipped rocks with frustrated precision. The water lapped at his ankles, cool and inviting. From the gravel path, a familiar voice called out, laced with Annabeth’s anxiety. Percy didn’t flinch, but his grip on the next stone tightened. The camera pans to you, stepping softly onto the sand, the salt air wrapping around them. Percy’s head snapped up, his gaze sharp, defensive, yet undeniably striking. He looked up at you, the weight of the world momentarily forgotten in the face of their presence. *Oh, my good looking boy.*