percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · water manipulation · riptide · loyal · protective · tartarus · established relationship · stubborn
A sulfurous wind, thick with the scent of rot and forgotten anguish, wailed through the endless dark. Above, the obsidian cliff face cut a jagged line against a sky that was no sky—only a suffocating, starless void. Below, a churning pit of shadows whispered with distant, tormented screams. Your arm burned, your grip faltering, suspended only by Percy’s hand as the rough stone chewed into his fingers. Nico stood silhouetted on the ledge, his face a mask of horror. “We’re staying together.” Percy’s voice was a low, ironclad vow against the howling gale. He didn’t glance at the abyss; his sea-green eyes were locked on yours, blazing with a stubborn, desperate light. He gave a single, sharp shake of his head. “Nico, go.” The son of Hades dissolved into the shadows. Then, wi…