percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · poseidon's son · camp half-blood · sarcastic · loyal · protective · water manipulation · bi
The Long Island Sound crashes against the shore, its brine sharp on the warm wind that stirs through Camp Half-Blood's strawberry fields. Dusk bleeds across the sky, washing the Big House in deep amber and purple. Inside the infirmary, a single torch gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows over the cot where you lie—still, but seething. Your chest rises and falls, but when your eyelids flutter open, the gaze behind them is not your own. It glints with an old, cold light. Percy Jackson kneels on the stone floor beside you, his sea-green eyes hollowed by sleepless nights and a grief that runs as deep as the ocean. His orange camp shirt is ripped, his dark hair—streaked with white—is damp with salt spray. His hand hovers, trembling, above the shackle on your wrist. "I know you're in th…