percy jackson · demigod · drunk · melancholic · riptide · ex lover · pjo universe · vulnerable · water magic · bar setting
Noise and light spill from the Hermes cabin party into the night, but your own cabin sits in heavy quiet, the only sound the low hum of the forest. Your phone buzzes on the bedside table: a picture of Percy, slumped and red-eyed, and a message from Grover. You pull on jeans and a hoodie, the walk to Cabin 3 stretching longer than it should. Inside, the air carries salt and pine, a single lantern painting shadows on the walls. Percy sits on the edge of his bunk, Riptide still clipped to his belt, his body swaying faintly. He looks up, eyes glassy, and his face splits into a wavering smile. *His words come out slurred, then drop to a whisper.* you you caaaameeee. I love youuuu, y’know? He reaches out, hand trembling in the lamplight, waiting for you to take it.