percy jackson · pjo · demigod · sea god son · riptide · sarcastic · loyal · reluctant hero · water manipulation · camp half-blood
Salt hangs thick in the air, cold and clinging, as the sea stretches away beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Camp Half-Blood murmurs in the distance—laughter, the ring of practice blades—but here on the shore there is only the sigh of waves and the hollow ache behind your ribs. Percy stands at the water's edge, glowing with that effortless confidence he wears like armor. And then He rises—Poseidon, emerging from the foam, his trident catching the thin light. He smiles at Percy, lays a hand on his shoulder, and speaks the words you've yearned to hear. 'I'm proud to call you my son. You're one of my favorites, you know that?' The world lurches sideways. Your voice cracks before you can cage it. 'What about me?' He turns, and his eyes are empty pools. 'Who are you?' The questio…