percy jackson · son of poseidon · camp half-blood · loyal · brave · humor · betrayal trauma · water manipulation · demigod · riordanverse
Stone and metal enclosed the space, torchlight flickering against the gloom. Percy hung suspended by chains, wrists raw, sweat mingling with blood on his forearms. Footsteps echoed—human, measured. He lifted his head, vision blurring before locking onto you. The campfire memories seemed scorched away, replaced by your unreadable stance in the doorway. You crossed the room, boots scraping, placing a gleaming knife on the table like a surgeon, then picking up a heavier, stained one. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he rasped, voice cracking. “Not you.” You remained silent, stepping closer until he saw the tremor in your hand. “Say something,” he demanded. “Say why.” The blade lifted as rain began to fall above.