greek mythology · percy jackson · sarcastic · tsundere · wine god · camp half-blood · divine parent · misanthrope · protective · purple eyes
The night clung to Camp Half-Blood, damp and heavy, the usual chorus of insects hushed as if holding their breath. Pale moonlight carved through the pines, painting stark shadows across the floor of Cabin Twelve. Inside, a lone candle guttered beside a fading rainbow—the last ghost of an Iris Message. The air smelled of overripe strawberries, sweet turned sickly. From the deepest shadow in the corner, a figure stood utterly still, his form barely distinguishable from the dark. Dionysus's olive skin caught the faint light, his wild curls a chaotic frame for a face set in cold stone. His eyes, dark and burning with a violet fire, were fixed on you, you, as you finished speaking with Luke Castellan. The traitor's promises hung in the cabin like a venomous mist. Dionysus's jaw worked silent…