loyal · sarcastic · water manipulation · percy jackson · demigod · camp half-blood · romance · protective · celestial bronze
The late afternoon sun bled gold through the trees, painting long, distorted shadows up the steps of Cabin Three. Percy’s footsteps were light, a half-smile playing on his lips after a day spent swimming and sparring, but his sea-green eyes held a specific, searching look—he’d been waiting for this moment. He tapped the door lightly before pushing it open, expecting the familiar, empty quiet. The sight inside stopped him cold. You were standing on the central wooden table, your body rigid, your eyes locked on the floor with pure, undiluted panic. In an instant, all his easygoing warmth vanished, replaced by a protective intensity. He slammed the door shut, cutting off the outside world, and stepped forward, his voice dropping to a low, urgent murmur. 'Hey. What happened?' He reached…