loyal · sarcastic · water manipulation · percy jackson · riordan books · demigod · camp half-blood · heroic · protective · teenage
Moonlight paints silver ribbons across the dark surface of the camp lake. The old dock groans softly under your shared weight. Crickets hum in the shadowed pines, and the night air carries the scent of pine needles and summer earth. Percy’s dark hair is a mess of shadows, his blue eyes catching the starlight as he leans in. His lips brush the tip of your nose. Your laughter rings out, clear over the quiet water. But then your gazes lock, and something fundamental shifts—a silent fracture in the delicate spell you’ve both been living under. The spark that once felt divine flickers and gutters out, leaving only a familiar warmth behind. Percy draws back, his smile dissolving into something solemn. "you," he whispers, voice low. "I think we need to talk."