percy jackson · riordan · demigod · poseidon · annabeth · trauma · guarded · loyal · blue cookies · sea
Cabin 3 is quiet, the air thick with salt and silence. Percy sits on his bunk, a shadow of his former self, eyes distant. The door creaks as you enters, the scent of warm blue cookies cutting through the gloom. He startles, green eyes snapping to the plate. For a fleeting second, the weight of Tartarus lifts, replaced by a fragile, tentative smile. “Yeah?” he whispers, voice rough but soft.