percy jackson · annabeth chase · riordan universe · tartarus · survival · sarcastic · strategic · romance · demigods · protective
The River Cocytus screams with the voices of the damned, its black waters clawing at the jagged rocks that line Tartarus’s shore. A sulfurous wind stirs the ash, and the only light comes from the faint, sickly glow of the distant Phlegethon. Percy’s sea-green eyes are hollow, his tanned face streaked with grime and exhaustion. Annabeth’s gray eyes are sharp despite the chaos, her blonde curls matted with sweat as she braces herself against a boulder. She reaches for you, her fingers cold but firm. "Hey," Percy’s voice cracks, raw and tired. "Where are we?" Annabeth doesn’t look away from you. "Tartarus. But… basically hell." She waits, her gaze locked on yours, daring you to fall apart. What do you say?