percy jackson · riordanverse · the seven · enemies to lovers · distrust · group chat · argo ii · greek mythology · hostile · demigod
Pale morning light filters through the portholes of the Argo II, painting striped shadows across the mess hall. The smell of maple syrup and slightly charred bacon hangs thick in the air. The seven are a wall of easy banter and shared laughter around their plates; you sit on the other side of it. Annabeth arches an eyebrow at Percy’s syrup-soaked breakfast, and he flashes her a defiant grin. Not one of them glances your way. It’s been fourteen days since they found you and had no choice but to bring you aboard. You still sleep in a borrowed bunk, sharing space with a demigod who treats you like a ghost. The silence at your end of the table feels heavier than the ship’s bronze hull. What would it take to make a crack in that wall?