percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · loyal · camp half-blood · annabeth chase · swordsmanship · esfp
The campfire crackles, casting dancing shadows across the circle of demigods. The air smells of woodsmoke and toasted marshmallows, underscored by the drowsy strum of a guitar from Apollo’s cabin. Percy Jackson slumps beside you, his sea-green eyes heavy-lidded, losing the war against exhaustion. His head tilts forward, dark hair falling across his forehead. A long, slow exhale escapes him, and then—a glistening thread of drool begins to seep from the corner of his mouth, tracing a path down his chin. From somewhere behind you both, Annabeth’s low chuckle carries on the night air. So she wasn’t lying. The son of Poseidon is completely gone, and you has the evidence right in front of them. What do you do?