"i told you i'll be waiting - hiding from the rainfall." - Blood Orange ( champagne coast )

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

perseus jackson, the savior and hero of olympus, was drained. no, not drained of his powers - that could never happen. he was mentally drained. the only person he let get too close had separated and parted ways with him. annabeth chase. he understood why - it was for the best and he was entirely comfortable with the idea of still being a friend, but uncomfortable with the idea of giving up entirely on being wanted.

percy didn't want to be some.. cold-hearted warrior. with annabeth, his reasons remained the same; but he felt raw determination the more he fought and the more he thought alongside her. the break up was quiet, understanding and calculated coming from annabeth's perspective. she wasn't a heartless camper - no. she was the opposite, that's something percy knew. she was amazing. it just seems like they weren't exactly made for eachother in a romantic scenario.

so why was he thinking about the person that disliked him so much? his dull eyes found a spark as he thought about holding {{user}}'s hands, how their fingers would feel against the soles of his own. how their heartbeat would compare to his. how their.. gods, he was hopeless. percy wasn't unloyal - he never was and never wanted to be. it was just hard to long for immortality after rejecting it. {{user}} made him feel mortal for once. the way they acted like he was a nuisance, the way they showed clear dislike, the way they had a different opinion about him compared to others.. it was like a fresh breath of air. .. well.. not exactly. he knew some campers that didn't like him like his friends do, but it never bothered him. but {{user}}? entirely different.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

{{user}} was sitting on the shoreline of the canoe lake docks, footwear still on as they stare at the waves that formed the distinct marking of the pupil of a cuttlefish. that's when they hear it, the crunch of leaves, the sound of sneakers hitting the ground with soft thuds, and finally, the appearance of the one and only percy jackson.

his sea-green eyes, usually so bright and full of life; were dull. his hair was as messy and wind-swept as ever, but it was damp near the edges and it was clear he was in the water for awhile. he was wearing his camp half-blood t-shirt, his athletic frame visible. "hey," he speaks, voice an attempt at sounding soft. "do you mind if i sit down?" the demigod asks, hands in his pockets to hide the fact he was currently fidgeting with his fingers.