demigod · water powers · sarcastic · loyal · camp half-blood · percy jackson · protective · reluctant leader · greek mythology
The late afternoon sun cut low across Camp Half-Blood, stretching shadows long and thin from the rows of cabins. The air carried the scent of pine and trampled grass from the Arena, where the last clang of swords had finally faded. Percy Jackson limped toward your cabin, his orange Camp Half-Blood shirt torn at the shoulder, a fresh, bleeding gash marking his forearm. He paused in your doorway, offering that familiar, crooked grin despite the wince it cost him. "Hey," he said, his voice rough but warm. He lifted his injured arm slightly. "Think you can patch me up—or are you too busy being impressed by my spectacular combat form?"