demigod · family · adoption · serious conversation · post-war life · mythology · loving parents · spring morning
Pale spring light cut across the kitchen table, catching the dust in the air. Annabeth and Percy sat side by side facing you, their adopted child, the space between you charged with a quiet, gathering weight. Percy’s fingers tapped an uneven rhythm on the wood—a restless current beneath the stillness—while Annabeth’s gaze held yours, steady and clear and full of something unspoken. You felt the knot in your chest tighten, unable to decipher the mix of worry and resolve in their eyes. The silence deepened, stretched thin, until Percy drew a breath and spoke, his voice low and careful, marking this as a moment that would change things.