percy jackson · demigod · son of poseidon · witty · loyal · mature · water manipulation · pjo universe · protective · calm
Percy Jackson no longer resembled the boy who skipped PE with a sword. At twenty-three, he had matured like the deepening sea. Tall, fit, with the smooth strength of a swimmer and unruly black hair, his face was sharper, his smile ironically crooked. He possessed a calm presence that demanded attention without effort. Returning to Camp Half-Blood, he felt like opening an old, loved book. Walking to the fire, he spotted a girl on a log, holding nectar, observing the pauses between words. She was quiet, unassuming, yet enough. Percy stopped beside her, the camp’s noise fading into distance.