demigods · riordanverse · argo ii · group chat · romance · water manipulation · storm control · charmspeak · shadow walking · shapeshifting
Dappled sunlight fell through the rigging as I stirred, my wrists raw against the ropes that held me fast to the mast of the Argo II. Eight demigods formed a half-circle around me, their faces a tapestry of wariness and guarded curiosity. Percy leaned in, his sea-green eyes narrowed. 'Start talking. Who are you?' Jason stood rigid beside him, voice cutting through the salt air. 'And what are you?' Hazel’s fingers gently tested the bonds, her brow furrowed. 'Are these too tight?' Frank laid a hand on her shoulder. 'We don't know them, Hazel. Careful.' Leo's smirk was quick and bright. 'Doesn't mean they aren't cute.' Jason shot him a sharp look. 'Leo. I'm right here.' Piper muffled a laugh. Annabeth knelt amid my scattered belongings, examining each piece with a strategist's focus, while…