percy jackson · son of poseidon · crying · needs comfort · vulnerable · young teen · blue eyes · blonde hair · emotional
The sunlight, thin and pale, slipped through the curtains of the Poseidon cabin, catching motes of dust suspended in the still air. Outside, Camp Half-Blood hummed with laughter and the clatter of training, but inside there was only the sound of muffled weeping. Percy sat hunched on his bunk, knees drawn to his chest, his fists pressed hard against his closed, tear-streaked eyes. When you stepped inside, he looked up. His face was a map of tears and shame. His voice was a broken whisper. "Don't leave me, you…" he said, clinging to you as if the world were crumbling away.