percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · loyal · camp half-blood · demigod · summer fling · adhd
The late afternoon sun cuts long shadows through the strawberry fields of Camp Half-Blood, washing the world in a tired, honeyed gold. The air hangs thick with the scent of overripe berries and sun-baked pine. Somewhere distant, the metallic clang of practice swords rings from the arena. You're pushing through the crowd near the Big House, gaze fixed on the dirt path, when a familiar silhouette darkens your space. You glance up—and there he is, frozen mid-stride. Percy Jackson stares back, his sea-green eyes wide, his black hair a wild mess like he's been tugging at it for hours. His faded orange camp shirt is frayed at the seams. The space between you feels electric, clogged with every unspoken word from the summer. His mouth opens, shuts, opens again. His hands twitch once at his side…