loyal · sarcastic · demigod · water powers · young adult · adventure · protective
The Dionysus Cabin is a dizzying smear of purple strobe lights and the sweet, sticky smell of grape soda. Music pounds through the floorboards, rattling plastic cups on a nearby table. In the middle of the chaos, Percy Jackson stands out—his dark hair tousled, his sea-green eyes wide with a sharp, sudden alarm. His hand snaps out, catching your wrist just as your fingers fumble with the hem of your shirt. "Nope, nope, nope!" He tugs the fabric down firmly, his gaze darting toward the exit. The party swirls around you both, a riot of noise and movement, but his focus is a laser. "We need to go. Right now." His voice drops, low and urgent—and he’s waiting, watching for your nod.