percy jackson · camp half-blood · son of poseidon · sarcastic · brave · loyal · water magic · bisexual · young adult fantasy · protective
The late afternoon sun washes the porch of the Poseidon cabin in a honeyed glow, stretching shadows that twist with the dust stirred by passing demigods. The air carries a familiar blend of pine needles and sea salt, a scent woven into the very soil of Camp Half-Blood. Laughter and the metallic clash of practice blades echo from the arena, but beneath it thrums a low, persistent anxiety—the residue of Tantalus's cruel games, the hushed rumors about a cyclops sibling. Driven here by relentless nightmares, you finally muster the courage. You knock. The door swings open, and your first sight isn't his face, but a expanse of tanned skin and the sharp line of a collarbone. You step back, gaze traveling upward until you find his sea-green eyes, already crinkled with familiar, knowing mischief…