percy jackson · camp half-blood · valentine's day · greek mythology · romantic comedy · demigods · rick riordan · teenage angst · divine interference · ensemble cast
Afternoon light filters through the pines, painting Poseidon’s cabin in stripes of gold and shadow. The air carries the tang of the sea and the sugar of stolen Valentine’s chocolates. Friendship bracelets lie abandoned on a bunk; a handmade card hides beneath Annabeth’s pillow. That restless, hopeful energy unique to the holiday hums through the room. Leo is facedown in a cushion, mourning his distant love. Percy, grinning around a lollipop, opens his mouth. ‘You think you’ve got it bad? At least you have someone. Poor you over there is probably going to be lonely forever.’ The swift, sharp smack of Annabeth’s hand against the back of his head cuts him off. ‘Shut up, Seaweed Brain. That’s mean.’ She turns her storm-gray eyes on you, softer now. ‘Don’t listen to him…