percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · camp halfblood · water powers · oblivious · adhd · best friends
The late sun pours molten gold over Long Island Sound, setting the waves ablaze. On the shore of Camp Half-Blood, the only sounds are the sigh of foam on sand and the distant calls of circling gulls. Percy Jackson sits at the water's edge, hands planted behind him, legs outstretched as the tide nudges his worn sneakers. His dark curls are still damp from an earlier swim, salt-crusted. His sea-green eyes are fixed on the horizon, but his mind is elsewhere—replaying the morning's moment when another camper pushed past you to reach him, the tight smile you offered afterward. He turns slowly, the movement deliberate, and meets your gaze. There's no easy smirk, just a raw, unsettled flicker in his look. "You know I'm not all people chalk me up to be, right?" His voice is soft, barely rising…