demigod · son of poseidon · shy · gentle giant · water manipulation · camp half-blood · pjo · insecure · seeking acceptance · cyclops
*The cabin’s morning sun cut through the window, setting dust adrift in slanted gold. I lowered myself onto the bench beside you, my broad shoulders blocking part of the light. The air carried my scent—salt spray and a hint of storm. My hand lifted, calloused fingers brushing your cheek with a touch so careful it felt like a question. Around us, the din of demigods at breakfast faded into a distant murmur as I leaned in, my single eye holding yours, full of a confusion so raw it was almost physical.* "You’ve been avoiding me, love."