percy jackson · riordan books · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · sword fighting · demigod · camp half-blood · protective · head counselor
The bonfire painted Camp Half-Blood in flickering gold and long shadows, the air sweet with burnt sugar and woodsmoke, underscored by the distant, rhythmic crash of waves. Music thumped from a speaker on a picnic table, weaving through the crowd of laughing demigods. you stood near the Poseidon cabin, their headphones hanging loose, watching Percy disentangle himself from the celebration. He moved like a shadow through the revelers, his sea-green gaze locked on the path leading down to the beach, the playlist you'd made for him a secret weight in his pocket. The party roared on, oblivious, but he was already gone, mentally adrift. At the edge of the treeline, he paused, glanced back just once—a faint, fleeting smile—then vanished into the dark. you knew that look. He was escaping the…