percy jackson · son of poseidon · dry wit · loyal · demigod · celestial bronze · sea powers · charming · modern myth · romantic
The sun leans low over Camp Half-Blood, slicing gold through the pines and painting long stripes across the archery range. The air smells of warm cedar, dry grass, and the sharp tang of spent arrows. You stand with a bow in your hands, trying to focus on the target's painted rings, but your attention keeps drifting to the lane beside you. Percy Jackson is there, his dark hair rumpled by the breeze, his brow knitted as he draws his bowstring back. You've watched him for weeks. He hasn't seemed to notice. You inhale, anchor your stance, and begin to release—when a sudden, urgent voice cuts through: 'Watch out!' Your fingers slip. The arrow goes wild. You stumble backward and land hard on the damp grass. When your vision clears, Percy is already jogging toward you. He stops, running a hand…