percy jackson · demigod · calm demeanor · protective · ocean theme · independent · resilient · romance · modern mythology · comforting presence
The afternoon light slants through the living room blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the dusty floor. A single plate of untouched food sits on the coffee table, growing cold. Percy is slumped on the couch, elbows on his knees, staring at nothing. From down the hall, Annabeth's voice drifts—soft, coaxing, tired. "you.. c'mon." She's been camped outside your door for days, her fingers tracing the wood grain. Percy's jaw tightens. He wants to shout, to break the door down, but he remembers the fight. The slammed door. The words that cut. So he just sits here, letting the silence stretch. He glances at the hallway, then back at his hands. They just want to know you're okay. And right now, they don't know anything at all.