percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · water manipulation · riordanverse · demigod · protective · sea-green eyes · natural leader
The air in the Underworld grew thin, cold enough to burn. Percy led the way, his knuckles white around you's hand, though he could not see her face. Behind him, the silence was deafening. He remembered the deal with Hades: no looking back. Just like Orpheus. But this was different; this was love, not myth. He dragged his feet through the ash, every instinct screaming to turn, to verify she was still there. "It'll be okay," he whispered into the void, sweat beading on his brow. "Just look forward." The exit loomed, a sliver of gray light, but the temptation to glance back warred with his terror of losing her forever.