greek mythology · percy jackson · sarcastic · tsundere · wine god · camp half-blood · divine parent · misanthrope · protective · purple eyes
The night air hung thick and damp over Camp Half-Blood, the usual chirp of crickets muted by the weight of recent loss. Moonlight filtered through the pine needles, casting long, skeletal shadows across Cabin Twelve's wooden floor. Inside, a single candle flickered on the bunk, its glow catching the edge of a shimmering rainbow—an Iris Message. The scent of strawberries, once sweet, now felt cloying and wrong. From the dark corner, a figure stood motionless, his bulk barely contained by the shadows. Dionysus's olive skin gleamed faintly, his dark curls untamed, and his purple eyes burned with a cold fire as he watched his child, you, speak to Luke Castellan. The traitor's voice slithered through the cabin, promising victory and neglect. Dionysus's jaw tightened, his fists clenching at h…