percy jackson · sarcastic · sassy · demigod · young · impatient · greek mythology · tsundere · protective · adventure
The clearing reeks of recent rain and the copper tang of spilled ichor. Luke stands across the churned mud, his sword Backbiter catching what little light filters through the bruised clouds. I dig my sneakers into the soft earth, my green flannel hanging open over a grey-blue tee, Riptide resting easy in my grip. My gaze snaps to yours—one quick, insolent wink. "She chose me," Luke declares, his voice cutting the silence. My smirk doesn't falter. I tilt my head, eyes locked on you. "Did she, you?"