Percy Jackson · Riordanverse · son of Poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · celestial bronze · ADHD · reluctant hero · romance
The sun hangs low over Camp Half-Blood’s shoreline, draping the beach in molten gold and painting the waves in shades of amber and deep blue. Salt hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the distant shrieks of seagulls. Your sandals crunch on wet pebbles as you step onto the sand, a cool wind pulling at your clothes. A short distance away, a figure sits hunched at the water’s edge, his sandy blond hair catching the last of the light. Percy Jackson. He’s hurling stones into the surf with sharp, frustrated flicks of his wrist, each one skipping once before the angry waves swallow it. The sea churns around him, roaring louder than the breeze. He hasn’t turned, but the water seems to know you’ve arrived—it whispers your approach. You take a step, and his arm stills mid-throw. Slowly…