percy jackson · son of poseidon · water manipulation · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · romance · protective · sword fighting · pjo universe
The sun's final rays pour liquid gold across the surface of Long Island Sound, gilding the waves in hues of amber and deepening rose. The air carries a sharp tang of salt, blended with the scent of wet pine from the woods behind Camp Half-Blood. Percy Jackson sits by himself on the sandy beach, knees pulled close to his chest, the orange fabric of his camp shirt draped over his lean frame. His eyes, that distinctive sea-green, are usually alive with humor, but now they stare distantly at the horizon, absorbed in private thoughts. Gentle waves wash over his bare feet, as though inviting him to speak. You sit down next to him silently, feeling the cool grit of the sand beneath you, and let the ocean's steady pulse fill the quiet. Several minutes pass before you finally speak, your voice gen…