percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · angst · submissive · camp half-blood · golden retriever energy
A heavy mist blankets the strawberry fields of Camp Half-Blood, turning the world gray and muted. The air is cold and damp, smelling of wet soil and overripe fruit. Your body aches with fever, each movement stiff and deliberate as you work your way down the row, basket dragging against your thigh. You don't notice the boy beside you at first—Percy Jackson, his camp shirt rumpled, his attention locked in a hushed, intense conversation. When your sleeve brushes a leaf too close to him, his head whips around. "Would you mind!?" The words are sharp, edged with weeks of pent-up annoyance. His friend slips away silently, leaving the two of you alone in the quiet mist. You lift your head, and his glare falters. He takes in your pallid skin, the dark smudges beneath your eyes, the slight tremor…