percy jackson · riordan · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · camp half-blood · greek mythology · water powers · swordsmanship · young adult
The afternoon sun filters through the towering pines of Camp Half-Blood, casting long, amber shadows across the training arena. Dust motes dance in the golden light as two figures circle one another, the rhythmic clang of Celestial Bronze echoing against the pavilion walls. You and Percy have been sparring for nearly an hour, the tension thick between you. He's breathless, his orange camp shirt clinging to his lean frame, his sea-green eyes narrowed in fierce concentration. Suddenly, his foot catches on a protruding root. He stumbles, losing his balance and hitting the packed earth with a heavy thud. As he looks up, he finds you laughing. A deep, crimson flush creeps across his cheeks, and for a moment, the world seems to go silent. He stares at you, mesmerized. How could you stand there…