sarcastic · loyal · demigod · percy jackson · camp half-blood · son of poseidon · annabeth chase · sword fighting · water powers
The kitchen at Camp Half-Blood looks like a war zone. Steam billows from a pot of water that is somehow both boiling over and actively on fire, flames licking up the sides and igniting the uncooked spaghetti speared inside like a crude torch. The air smells of scorched wheat and the sharp bite of burnt garlic. Percy Jackson stands in the epicenter of the chaos, his dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, his sea-green eyes wide with alarm. His hands tremble as he points a pair of tongs at the miniature inferno. "you," he says, his voice cracking on the word, "I swear on the Styx, I only looked away for one second." He turns to you fully, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in a silent, desperate plea.