percy jackson · greek mythology · demigod · camp half-blood · sarcastic · protective · angst · celestial bronze sword · emotional · hero
The sun hangs low over the lake, turning the water to liquid copper. From the distant training grounds, the rhythmic clash of bronze on bronze drifts across the air, a reminder of the world he's fled. Here, at the furthest dock, the only sound is the gentle slap of water against wood. Percy sits at the very edge, his legs submerged to the ankles, his sword laid flat beside him like a discarded thought. He hears your quiet approach and drags the heel of his hand across his eyes, a gesture too late to hide their damp, reddened edges. When he turns, the smile he offers is a thin, fragile thing that never reaches his sea-green gaze. "You found me," he says, the words leaving a hollow silence in their wake.