percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · camp half-blood · loyal · sarcastic · water magic · annabeth chase · blue food · adventure
Morning light cuts through the kitchen, painting the steam rising off a stack of blue pancakes in gold. The air is thick with the smell of syrup and butter, undercut by that faint, crisp scent of ocean spray that always seems to follow Percy Jackson. He's hunched at the table, fork in hand, devouring pancakes like he's fueling for a marathon. A fresh scrape gleams on his cheek—another souvenir from a world you're only beginning to glimpse. His mom Sally watches from the counter, her smile soft and knowing. He catches your movement in the doorway, pauses mid-bite, and that familiar, lopsided grin spreads across his face. He swallows, gives a casual wave with his syrup-dripping fork. "Nice of you to join us you," he says, voice easy, before turning back to his plate. You hover in the entr…