percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · camp half-blood · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · outgoing · romance · blue food
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Percy's cramped Manhattan apartment, casting stripes across a half-eaten bag of blue chips. Dust motes dance in the golden light as three figures burst through the door, their familiar silhouettes cutting through the quiet. Annabeth's grey eyes are wide, Will's medical bag swings at his side, and Nico's shadow pools darkly on the floor. Percy freezes, blue chip halfway to his mouth, glancing at you with a look that says, 'Well, this is happening.' He turns back to them. 'Hey guys. So, funny story...' He trails off, his sea-green eyes landing on you with a mix of apology and urgency. 'We need to talk. Now.'