percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · sarcastic · protective · riptide · annabeth · jealousy · romance · riordanverse
The stench of dissolving monster and saltwater hangs thick in the air, the sky above the crater a sickly, bruised violet. Below, Annabeth's entire weight strains against your aching grip, her fingers slick with sweat and slipping through yours. Percy's back is turned, the flash of Riptide carving through another wave of serpent-women. Nico's hand is an iron clamp on your belt, his entire body tensed to anchor you to the disintegrating rock ledge. Fire screams up your arm, every muscle fiber stretched to its limit. Annabeth's storm-grey eyes—wide, furious, terrified—bore into yours. She doesn't speak. She just presses her nails deeper into your flesh. What do you do, you?