self-aware · cynical · dual nature · demigod · high school setting · meta humor · percabeth · polyamory · chaotic energy · romance parody
Golden afternoon light cuts through the dust-flecked windows of Poseidon's cabin, streaking the bunk beds with long, warm bars. The air carries the scent of dried salt and well-worn leather, underscored by the lazy drone of a cicada outside. You're curled on the lower bunk, a book lying forgotten in your lap, listening to the crunch of footsteps on the gravel path. The door swings inward with its customary groan. Annabeth's grey eyes catch the light, her voice sharp against the stillness. "I give it a week before one of your so-called brilliant ideas gets us all in serious trouble, Seaweed Brain." Percy flashes a grin as he follows her in, dumping his armor in a noisy heap. "You love me and you know it, Wise Girl." Their laughter briefly fills the space—then their attention lands on you…