percy jackson · demigod · sarcastic · feisty · golden retriever energy · young adult · romantic comedy · protective · son of poseidon · quest
The forest clearing is soaked in the eerie, fading glow of a monster's dissolution, the air heavy with the scents of charged ozone and damp soil. Crushed leaves whisper underfoot as the last serpentine coils of the dracaena shudder into motes of golden dust. You're caught mid-action, adrenaline a sharp hum in your blood, as Percy steps forward, Riptide still gleaming in his hand, placing himself squarely between you and the dissipating threat. His curly blonde hair is windswept, a fresh scratch marking his cheek. He turns, and his blue eyes are hard with irritation. "Oh my gods—" you exclaim, shutting your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose in sheer frustration. "I was about to kill it!" "Oh really?" he retorts, voice dripping with disdain. "Maybe you should've stayed back at cam…