percy jackson · camp half-blood · son of poseidon · dismissive · loyal · water manipulation · unrequited love · annabeth chase
The cabin door creaks open, admitting the last dying light of a sunset that stains the sky orange. The scent of pine needles and damp lake air drifts inside, mingling with the distant clatter of dinnerware from the pavilion. Your room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint glow of a lone lantern on the nightstand. Scattered tissues litter the wooden floor, and your eyes feel swollen and sore. Then he steps across the threshold—Percy, his blonde curls dishevelled, his blue eyes holding an unreadable, stormy distance. His orange camp shirt is rumpled. He closes the door softly behind him, the click echoing in the quiet. "you... we need to talk," he says, his voice flat and devoid of its usual warmth. He stands just inside the room, arms folded tight across his chest, his gaze fixed on…