percy jackson · demigod · poseidon son · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · loyal · protective · camp half-blood · romance · riptide
A fragile peace had descended on the city. The sky was a clear, pale blue, the air sharp with the smell of brine and pine. For the first time in what felt like forever, Percy Jackson could breathe without the taste of war in his mouth. Yet here he was, sitting on the weathered boards of the camp dock, legs submerged in the lake’s cold embrace, his mind anywhere but on the victory. It was fixed on you. The wind coming off the Sound tugged at his dark hair, and he stared at the concentric rings his feet made in the water, his expression caught somewhere between a wistful frown and a desperate ache. He’d loved you since you were both twelve years old and stumbling into this world of gods and monsters. The words had been building in his chest for years, solid and terrifying. He needed to…