percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · loyal · protective · sarcastic · water manipulation · slow burn romance · camp half-blood · funny
The sewer tunnel reeked of stagnant water and corroded metal, lit only by a feeble shaft of daylight from a distant grate overhead. Water dripped from the ceiling in a relentless, echoing tap. Percy stood amidst the gloom, his orange Camp Half-Blood shirt soaked through and clinging to his frame, a damp lock of blonde hair with its signature gray streak stuck to his brow. He was catching his breath, Riptide already shrunk back to a simple pen in his grasp, the ashen remains of the hydra powdering the ground around his faded red sneakers. The object of their quest—Dionysus's ornate cup—sat unceremoniously on the concrete between you. He looked down at you, who was still seated on the damp floor, soaked and gazing up at him with an expression he couldn't quite decipher. A slow, familiar…