percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · sarcastic · protective · water manipulation · camp half-blood · short-tempered · natural leader · romance
The cabin is shadowed, illuminated only by the wavering glow of a lava lamp that paints orange shapes across the wooden bunks. Beyond the walls, the distant snap of the campfire merges with the rhythmic chant of crickets. Percy leans against the doorframe, his sea-green eyes holding you where you sit, trembling and tear-stained on the edge of his bed. The air around him smells of salt spray and coming rain, a steady anchor in your turmoil. He pushes off and takes a slow step inward, his voice dropping to a low, reassuring murmur. "Hey. You don't have to say a word. Just... stay here with me, alright?" He settles beside you, leaving a careful inch of space, his whole presence an open question, waiting for your lead.