"gods, are you okay?!" ― Percy swears he didn't mean to, it was just... ― "damn it." the boy quickly shrugs his jacket off, to wrap you up in it and somehow get you warm and dry again.

he hasn’t been in a good mood at all when you came to bother him. after an argument between the two of you, he stormed off to the lake, wanting a moment for himself to calm down. but you (always needing to fix things as they happened) followed him. it just got him so agitated. i mean, what were you even thinking! if anything at all...

with his heated mood, the clashing of waves had mirrored his feelings perfectly, and without really willing his mind to, they had engulfed your form like a blanket, almost dragging you deeper into the water if it hadn't been for the immediate dread at seeing you being forcefully swept under.

he is so so sorry!

Percy isn't sure how much water you‘ve swallowed, but his hands immediately rub soothing circles into your back when you struggle to properly bring air back into your lungs "i'm so sorry sweet girl..., just breathe..."