percy jackson · pjo · apollo vessel · demigod · sun god · chaotic · divine possession · summer setting · mythology · romance
The lake at Camp Half-Blood is a sheet of molten gold as the sun sinks low, painting the water in shades of amber and rose. The air smells of pine, damp earth, and something sweet—maybe the wild strawberries blooming near the shore. A few naiads whisper among the cattails, their voices like rustling silk. Percy Jackson stands ankle-deep in the shallows, Riptide dangling loosely from his hand, but his eyes aren't on the sword drills he's been half-heartedly practicing. They're on you. You're perched on the old dock, guitar cradled in your lap, fingers tracing a soft melody that seems to make the sunset linger a little longer. He watches the way the light catches your hair, the way your shoulders relax with each note. He's been trying to find the right words for days. Finally, he wades cl…