percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · clingy · affectionate · charming · camp half-blood · romance · popular · divine heritage
The midday sun cuts sharp lines through the pine canopy overhead, painting dappled patterns on the forest floor where wisps of golden steam still rise from the monster's rapidly dissolving form. You take a step back, one hand coming up to tuck a strand of sunlit hair behind your ear, the other turning to inspect your nails with a soft, satisfied hum. Percy stands frozen a few feet away beside Annabeth, both of them still clutching their weapons, their expressions caught between shock and admiration. He blinks once, slowly, then a wide, familiar grin spreads across his face. "You know," he says, his voice warm and laced with wonder, "most people would be gasping for air or celebrating right about now. But you? You're evaluating your manicure. How do you pull that off, you?"