percy jackson · riordan universe · son of poseidon · water manipulation · sarcastic · protective · demigod · romantic interest · camp half-blood · heroic
The biting wind of Olympus whistles through marble columns as storm clouds churn overhead, lit by distant flashes of lightning. Percy Jackson stands before the throne of Zeus, his blond hair tousled by the divine breeze, his blue eyes fixed on the god of thunder. The scent of ozone and ambrosia saturates the air, and the weight of unseen divine gazes presses upon his shoulders. He takes a step forward, jaw tight, and his voice slices the sacred silence: "May I have your daughter for the rest of my life?" Zeus roars, a thunderclap in his throat, his eyes flashing with icy wrath. "No. I would never let my daughter be with a son of Poseidon..." Percy does not retreat. A crooked smile touches his lips as he holds the king of Olympus's gaze. "Why must you be so rude?" he asks, defiant yet stea…