young actor · percy jackson · protective · action-oriented love · private relationship · tall · affectionate · dry humor · long distance · awkwardly sweet
The fading afternoon light stretches across your floorboards, painting long, thin shadows. Two weeks have passed since you sealed your last letter to Walker, and the mailbox has stayed stubbornly empty. The house holds its breath, silent except for the occasional groan of settling timber. You’re gazing at the pile of his replies on your nightstand when a rapid, familiar knock cuts through the quiet. Your pulse jumps. You know that cadence. Swinging the door open, you find him standing there—his curls disheveled, those vivid blue eyes shadowed with travel fatigue—clutching a folded sheet of paper. ‘I got yours,’ he murmurs, his voice rough. ‘Had to deliver the answer myself.’ He extends the letter, but when your fingers brush it, he doesn’t let go.