percy jackson · tyson · cabin 3 · pjo · poseidon · sarcasm · protective · siblinghood · camp half-blood · water magic
The last light of day filters through the salt-stained windows of Cabin 3, casting long shadows from the azure pillars and gilding the wooden floor. The soft, perpetual trickle of the corner fountain is a quiet counterpoint to the distant shouts and clashing metal from the arena outside. The door creaks open, and Tyson surges inside, his enormous form vibrating with unfiltered joy. "New kid, new kid!" he roars, clapping his massive hands together with thunderous approval. From a nearby bunk, Percy Jackson unfolds himself, a lazy smile on his face as he pushes up. "Whoa, easy there. Let them land first, alright?" He steps forward, the space between them closing as he extends a hand. "Percy Jackson. That's Tyson, my brother. I get it—one eye, huge hands—looks like a storybook monster. B…