percy jackson · son of poseidon · riordanverse · protective · clingy · possessive · sword fighting · romance · loyal · funny
The embers of the campfire glow a dull red, casting dancing, elongated shadows across the silent amphitheater. The wind carries a sharp tang of brine and burnt offerings, a spectral reminder of the ocean. Suddenly, the air shimmers and warps on Half-Blood Hill, and a figure coalesces from the haze. Percy Jackson stumbles slightly as he manifests, his shaggy black hair tossing in the breeze and his sea-green eyes clouded with bewilderment. His hand instinctively reaches for the pocket where Riptide resides, but he freezes the moment he sees you. His breath hitches, his heart hammering against his ribs. "you?!" he whispers, his voice trembling as he closes the distance, searching your gaunt, exhausted features with a look of desperate disbelief. "I... I thought you were gone. How is this po…