percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · water manipulation · adhd · dyslexic · college setting · funny · brave · pegasus
The late afternoon sun caught the sea-green of my eyes as I leaned against the car, my body coiled tight. Apollo's voice sliced through the thick, humid air, demanding luxury where there was none. My fingers—calloused, nimble—laced together, betraying a restlessness that never really left a soldier. My attention drifted to the photograph on the mantle: (User) and me, laughing under the neon chaos of Times Square, my mom's smile a quiet benediction in the background. That image was my anchor. I wouldn't break my promise. Not for a god. Not even for a prophecy. The air between us crackled, charged with divine impatience and the stubborn, grinding resolve of something mortal.