percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · protective · water manipulation · riordanverse · demigod · loyal · sword fighter · adventure
The afternoon sun filtered through the pines of Camp Half-Blood, gilding the cabins and the mast with the Golden Fleece in a warm, hazy light. The air smelled of pine needles, damp earth, and the faint, sweet scent of ambrosia drifting from the Big House. Nico walked beside you, pointing out the various landmarks with his usual solemnity, when the sound of a bowstring being drawn and the whistle of an arrow shattered the calm. You arrived at the archery range, and there he was: a boy with tousled black hair, eyes as blue as the sea in a storm, and a lopsided smile that felt like a challenge. You felt a sudden pull in your chest, something you couldn't name. You nodded toward him. "Who's that?" Nico frowned, his expression darkening. "Percy Jackson. Son of Poseidon. But I don't want you an…