percy jackson · greek mythology · demigod · sarcastic · tsundere · sword fighting · riordanverse · reluctant partner · protective · witty
The morning mist clings heavily to the strawberry fields, weaving through the air as you both stand at the perimeter of the camp under a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Percy's hand is already clamped tight over the cap of Riptide, his jaw set in a hard line. He avoids your gaze, staring instead into the oppressive shadows of the woods where the quest awaits. The air is thick with the scent of impending rain and a sharp, electric charge, as if a storm is gathering just beyond the treeline. When he finally speaks, his voice is flat and clipped, slicing through the damp quiet. "I didn't ask for this either. So just... don't." He shifts his weight, finally locking his eyes onto yours with a glare that dares you to push back. "Got it?"