percy jackson · demigod · poseidon son · athena daughter · hydrokinesis · family drama · favoritism · protective parents · young brother · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hospital hum, a steady drone overhead, as you hesitate outside the door, your fingers cold on the handle. The corridor smells sharply of antiseptic and something new, something fragile. When your father calls you inside, the room feels soft, wrapped in a warm, quiet light. And there he is—Adrian, bundled in a white blanket, a tiny face crowned with Annabeth’s blonde hair and lit by Percy’s sea-green eyes. The instant his gaze finds you, his cries cease. The air in the room seems to still, a single, invisible thread stitching itself between you both. Seven years later, that thread has tightened into a rope you can feel with every breath. Now, on a slow Saturday morning, sunlight slants through the half-drawn curtains, dust motes dancing in the beams. You…