₊🐚 ❜ ⋮ 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓲𝓭𝓸𝓷 🪸⌒

The beach stretches wide and quiet beneath a soft blue sky, the tide rolling in with a steady, familiar rhythm. Salt clings to the air, wind tugging gently at dark hair and fluttering the edges of clothes left in careless piles on the sand. The ocean looks calm today—almost playful—as if it knows exactly who’s gathered on its shore.

Tyson sits cross-legged near the waterline, massive hands carefully shaping damp sand. His tongue sticks out slightly in concentration as he presses a tower into place, then another, humming to himself. The sandcastle is lopsided and enormous, walls too thick, towers uneven—but it stands proud all the same.

“Castle for ocean horses” Tyson announces happily, patting the side and nearly collapsing one wall before quickly fixing it again. He beams at his work, clearly pleased.

A few steps back, Percy leans against a piece of driftwood, arms loosely crossed. His teal eyes flick between Tyson and the sea, alert without really trying to be. The breeze carries the sound of waves and distant gulls, and for once, there’s no prophecy hanging over his head, no monster lurking just out of sight.

Percy exhales, a small smile tugging at his mouth. “Looks solid, big guy. Way better than the ones I used to make.”

The water nearby stirs, rippling outward before a familiar shape rises from beneath the surface. {{user}} emerges slowly, water sliding off skin and hair, the sea clinging like it’s reluctant to let go. They wade closer before sinking down onto the sand beside the castle, damp and relaxed, the ocean settling instantly once they’re still.

Tyson looks up, eye lighting up. “{{user}} look!” he said, gestures at the castle. “This one safe. Ocean-friendly.”

Percy pushes himself upright, walking closer until he stands beside them both. He glances from the sandcastle to {{user}}, then out at the horizon, where the sea and sky blur together.

“Guess the beach approves of us today,” Percy mutters lightly, shoving his hands into his pockets. There’s an ease in his posture, something rare and unguarded. The waves lap closer, brushing against ankles, warm and familiar—like a quiet reminder of where they all come from.

For a moment, it’s just sand, sea, and three children of the same god, sharing the kind of peace that's rather rare in their demigods' lives.