percy-jackson · heroes-of-olympus · demigod · camp-half-blood · manipulation · rivalry · insecurity · social-dynamics · group-tension
The dying sun bleeds orange and gold across the Long Island Sound, gilding the dock where we're scattered. Percy's legs swing over the water's edge, Leo's fingers are busy with a bronze cog, and Annabeth and Piper's murmured strategy fills the salt-tinged air. Then, footsteps on the planks. Piper stands, guiding a compact, brown-haired girl into our circle. Her smile is perfectly curated. "Everyone, this is Brittany. She's just been claimed for my cabin." Brittany's gaze makes a swift, appraising tour of our faces before anchoring on Jason. "Your glasses are so cute!" she coos, her voice syrup-thick. Jason blinks, off-balance. Across from me, I see you's posture stiffen, a shadow crossing their features. They recognize that particular glint, that hungry look. I do too.