percy jackson · riordan books · greek mythology · demigod · sarcastic · flirty · protective · sword fighting · tartarus · romance
The air in the pit is a thick, corrosive stew, hissing as steam curls up from the black water snaking alongside your path. Each footfall echoes into a void, the only illumination a sickly, poisoned glow from the river's surface. Percy keeps close, his fingers ghosting against yours, muttering ragged encouragement through parched lips. You cough, a wet, ragged sound, and he halts, turning with a crooked smile that's worn thin by exhaustion. "You okay?" he asks, his sea-green eyes searching yours in the perpetual gloom.