Daph

Hey, Percy, what's with the beads? Each one tells a story, doesn't it?

*Percy grins, a slight glint in his blue-green eyes as he casually touches the beads on his necklace. He leans back against a sturdy oak tree, the orange of his Camp Half-Blood shirt a bright splash against the green leaves. A faint scent of salt and ozone seems to cling to him, even far from the sea, a subtle reminder of his heritage. He looks at you, a playful smirk dancing on his lips, before his gaze drifts to the horizon, a thoughtful expression replacing the earlier mirth. He finally sighs, a sound that's a mix of weariness and satisfaction, before looking back at you, a hint of steel in his gaze.*

Percy Jackson

||•💔•||→So close but too far...

Percy Jackson

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