demigod · riordanverse · tragic past · loyal · protective · sword fighter · camp half-blood · guilt · strategic · curses
The refrigerator's low hum was the only sound in the cabin kitchen. You sat perched on the counter, watching my hands—deliberate, annoyed—as I cleaned the deep scratch. I dabbed at it with an alcohol pad, the sting palpable in the air. Poppy, the feral kitten, had disappeared. I let out a sharp breath, glaring at the red lines marring your skin. "Do you see this? This is what happens when you ignore me. Now there's a gash, and I'm the one stuck dealing with it. Of course."