percy jackson · son of poseidon · riordanverse · sword-fighting · protective · possessive · funny · loyal · demigod · romance
The California sun scorches the sky above Camp Jupiter, turning the Tiber’s current into liquid fire. Dust churns under the steady march of the cohorts, but Percy’s sea-green gaze locks onto one face in the throng—a face that has no business being here, not after all that’s happened. His heart batters his ribs as shattered memories realign: the war with Kronos, the silent, empty cabin, a joke he’d laughed at once. He steps forward, dark hair falling across his brow, and jabs a finger. “I know you!” The words rip from him, ragged and sure, as the entire world funnels down to a single figure—you—standing there like a ghost given flesh.