percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · protective · sarcastic · hidden identity · tragic romance · mortal lover · sea powers · lying
The phone line hums with interference, like static mimicking distant ocean spray. You're in your room as evening bleeds into night, the last slivers of light carving stripes across your floor. Percy's voice comes through, hushed and tight—a sound dragged from some hidden, perilous place. He could be in a grimy bus station, a damp cave, a stretch of lonely highway. You hear him swallow, then release a weary sigh. "Hey, you. It's... not a good time to talk." The pause that follows is thick, choked with every confession he's biting back. You can see it in your mind: his hand raking through his dark, unruly hair, those sea-colored eyes shadowed with guilt. He aches to tell you everything. The truth sits on his tongue, a bitter weight. And you are left suspended, the receiver warm against yo…