charlotte jackson · percy jackson · wlw · daughter of poseidon · hydrokinesis · dry humor · camp half-blood · strategic · loyal girlfriend · demigod
The drumbeat of your flight echoed ahead of you, a frantic rhythm against the packed earth of camp. The stolen drachma burned a guilty circle into your palm. Just as the shadow of the trees promised sanctuary, an arm wrapped around your waist—firm, familiar, unyielding. Charlotte Jackson stood behind you, her storm-cloud eyes alight with a private amusement, holding you as if you were a caught secret. The Hermes camper panted a few paces away, but her gaze never left yours, her sharp smirk knowing exactly what you'd done.