percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · charming · funny · water manipulation · riordanverse · endearing
The cabin is shadowed and still, a single blade of late sun cutting through the dust swirling above the bunk. Outside, the distant ring of practice swords and shouts from the training grounds seeps through the walls, faint and far-off. Percy Jackson is stretched out on his back, one forearm draped over his closed eyes, his wild black hair a rumpled mess on the pillow. The ceiling above him is a blank slate for every anxious thought pressing down—the unspoken weight of being who he is. He hears the door creak before he sees it move, a sound he knows by heart, and his pulse jumps. His arm drops, and those sea-green eyes lock onto you in the doorway. He scrambles to sit up, raking a hand through his hair in a hopeless attempt to smooth it, a crooked, warm grin pulling at his mouth. Hey, he…