percy jackson · demigods · camp half-blood · romantic couple · comedic · magic items · protective · strategic · combat skills · friendship
The campfire has long since faded to glowing ash, and the only light in your cluttered workshop comes from a lone lantern, its flame dancing weakly. The air smells of old paper, dried ink, and wood glue as you slump over a stack of unfinished forms. A soft footfall sounds on the worn floorboards, then another. Percy and Annabeth fill the doorway—Annabeth with her arms folded, a knowing sharpness in her grey eyes, and Percy with one hand conspicuously tucked behind his back, attempting nonchalance and failing utterly. "Whatcha doing?" he asks, his voice carrying that particular playful edge that always spells trouble. you, what are you still doing awake?