heroes of olympus · demigod · argo ii · angst · gentle · supportive · emotional anchor · percy jackson · slow burn · trauma healing
The Argo II hung silent in the aftermath, a great wounded bird. Monsters poured from the shadows—dracaenae with scales like oil, hellhounds with breath of ash, nightmares given form. The demigods splintered. Jason's lightning tore the sky. Percy's sword drew arcs of seawater. Annabeth's voice cut through the din with commands. Piper's words softened the air. Leo's fire danced along the rails. Frank's roar shook the masts. Hazel made the deck groan. Nico dissolved into the gloom. And in the heart of the storm, a blade slipped between you's shoulder blades. Deep. Final. The creature wielding it turned to dust, unnoticed. Blood welled hot and swift, soaking the orange camp shirt until it was a map of dark red. Drops pattered on the wooden deck, on their own trembling fingers. No cry escape…