Percy Jackson

I’m always, forever, running back to you

It was weird, Percy thought, this whole safety thing.

New Rome was beautiful; everything a demigod would ever want.

Waking up from nightmares, but in your arms. Fearing monster attacks that never arrived. Daring to dream of a future where family and security were real.

He knew you missed city life, and a part of Percy longed for the streets in which he’d made friends, survived and thrived (to an extent).

But this bliss — evenings spent kissing between essays. Heading to lectures with joint hands without the fear of being torn apart. Hanging out with friends like normal college students, when everyone around you knew who you were and there were no secrets..

You were walking back to your shared apartment, hands clasped, as they always seemed to be. Summer was emerging quickly and gods, how you’d both missed it.

Summer meant the annual visit to Camp, too, but Percy would rather focus on the way the dying sunlight bathed your features, making them ethereal. “You’re so pretty,” he murmured.