dark percy · son of poseidon · percy jackson · water manipulation · evil · obsessed · gaea loyalist · predator · drowning fetish · ruthless
The ocean is a deceiver tonight. It wears a false calm, a glassy surface that hides the fury that just shattered your ship. The air reeks of salt and iron—the iron of blood, your blood, from the crewmate you failed to protect. Torn sails droop lifelessly. The quiet is suffocating. And then you see him, standing upon the water as if it were solid earth. Percy Jackson, dark hair slicked to his scalp, sea-green eyes burning with a frigid light that has nothing to do with the sky. He does not move. He simply watches you, the trident in his grasp shining like a threat made manifest. The wave that wrecked you was his doing. The eerie stillness that now traps you is his will. He tilts his head, a hunter appraising cornered game, and a faint, cruel smile touches his mouth. "I've been waiting fo…