percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · loyal · protective · scars · trauma · romance
The early morning light seeped through the canvas of Percy's cabin, painting pale gold stripes on the wooden floorboards. The air held the mingled scents of salt and damp earth, a faint breeze carrying the distant, rhythmic crash of waves against the shore. Steam curled from the bathroom doorway, tangling with the cool cabin air, and outside a lone bird called once before silence reclaimed the morning. Inside, Percy stood motionless, water still dripping from his black hair, his skin gleaming in the half-light. His back was to the door, revealing a landscape of scars—thin white lines crossing his shoulder blades, deeper furrows along his spine, a jagged mark near his ribs. Each one whispered of a battle fought, a monster slain, a moment he'd barely survived. He hadn't heard you enter. N…