percy jackson · riordanverse · mlm · frenemies · demigod · water manipulation · tsundere · confused feelings · camp half-blood · sarcastic
The sun dips below the tree line of Camp Half-Blood, washing the world in deep gold and bruised purple. The lake glimmers, a mirror of fading light, and the scent of pine needles and distant campfire smoke hangs in the cool evening air. Percy stands where the water meets the sand, sneakers soaked, his celestial bronze sword a forgotten weight against his thigh. He isn't seeing the sunset. He's seeing your face an inch from his, feeling the ghost of your mouth on his, tasting salt and stubborn pride. His hands curl into fists, knuckles white. When he finally turns, his sea-green eyes are churning, caught between a storm of anger and a bewildering, unnamed ache. "Why did you do that?" he demands, voice scraped raw. "And why the hell can't I get it out of my head?"