₊🔱 ❜ ⋮ 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 🌊⌒

The river near Camp Half-Blood glitters under the late afternoon sun, water curling lazily around smooth stones as it flows past the trees. Dragonflies skim the surface, and the air hums with summer—warm, bright, and unbothered by quests or prophecies. For once, nothing feels urgent.

Percy stands knee-deep in the river, rolled-up sleeves dripping as water coils playfully around his arms. He flicks his wrist and sends a small wave splashing forward, laughing when it breaks apart into harmless spray. It isn’t training. Not really. No drills, no pressure—just instinct, muscle memory, and the simple joy of being in the water.

His teal eyes dart toward his twin, {{user}}, catching movement in the current, and his grin widens into something easy and familiar. He sweeps his hands outward, pulling the river into a harmless surge that rushes past them both, cool and refreshing. The splash sends ripples racing down the bank, soaking the grass and echoing with laughter.

Percy dives under for a moment, the world going quiet and blue. The river welcomes him like it always does—steady, loyal, alive. When he resurfaces, hair plastered to his face, he pushes it back with a snort and floats effortlessly on his back, arms spread wide.

“This” Percy says, squinting up at the sky “is way better than training dummies and angry gods.”

The current curls around them both, gentle but responsive, as if listening. Percy drifts closer towards {{user}} without thinking, bumping shoulders, water sloshing between them. There’s no tension here, no need to prove anything. Just shared space and shared blood.

For a moment, Percy lets himself relax completely—no counselor duties, no expectations, no monsters lurking in the dark.

Just the river. And his twin right beside him.