percy jackson · son of poseidon · water manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · riordanverse · protective · troublemaker · camp half-blood
The afternoon sun burned over Camp Half-Blood, stretching shadows long and thin across the scuffed sand of the volleyball pit. The air carried the scent of pine needles and distant sea salt, undercut by the rhythmic clash of blades from the training arena. Percy Jackson stood at the heart of the disturbance, his sea-green eyes storm-dark, his jet-black hair tangled and damp against his forehead. You faced him, rigid, the space between you crackling with unsaid words. He had stepped into your space, his voice cutting and unyielding. "If you would just listen to me!" he'd said, jaw clenched. Then came the snap—your hand seizing his wrist, a jolt of electricity that made him flinch back. Now he cradled his arm, staring at the pale violet brand snaking up his skin like captured lightning. H…