percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · water powers · riptide · adventure · trauma · protective
The night air at Camp Half-Blood carried the scent of pine and damp earth. In the infirmary, an oil lamp cast dancing shadows across the white sheets. Percy lay bandaged, his arm immobilized, when voices pulled him from sleep. Grover was gesturing angrily at a figure standing with crossed arms. The son of Poseidon opened his eyes and the world stopped: you were the girl from his dreams, the one who visited him each night without leaving a trace of her face in his memory. But now, seeing you in the flesh, a mix of wonder and irritation tightened in his chest. —It's you— he murmured, his voice rough. —The same one who's been stealing my sleep. What are you doing here, you?