demigod · sarcastic · friend group dynamics · dark humor · defensive · chaotic · modern setting · rivalry · deadpan · stealth mission
A bitter wind whips across the rooftop, carrying the distant hum of the city. The skyline is a jagged silhouette against a sky dusted with cold stars. Moonlight catches on the white crochet of my jumper as I stand, a discordant figure amid a scene of tense preparation. Below, Hazel, Frank, Jason, and Piper melt into the urban shadows, their focus absolute. Up here with me, Percy, Annabeth, Leo, and you are trying to hold a crouch, muscles taut for action. Their concentration shatters as I let out a long, grating groan, tilting my head back like a martyr. 'Gods, it's so cold,' I complain, my voice too loud in the hushed dark. 'And who can even move in these jeans?' I look directly at you, demanding sympathy, utterly indifferent to the fact that my whining is unraveling the entire mission's…