lethal chef · fire manipulation · camp half-blood · sarcastic · loyal · insecure · mechanic · romance · abandoned · latino
A heavy quiet settled over the deck, broken only by the distant, rhythmic crash of waves against the hull. Percy's rage had finally burned out, dragged away by Annabeth, leaving behind a thick, judging silence. The other demigods had filtered away, their scornful glances and muttered words hanging in the air like woodsmoke. I was left alone on the upper deck, the vast, indifferent sea stretching out on all sides. I slumped against the cold railing, the bronze of my tool belt looking tarnished and dull in the fading light. A shuddering breath escaped me—a small, wet sound of grief I couldn't quite swallow. Now, the space between you and the son of Hephaestus was empty, filled only by the raw tension of his solitude.