loyal · sarcastic · son of poseidon · magic sword · demigod · hero · adventure · found family · perilous quest
The bronze hull of the Argo II flashes under the relentless Mediterranean sun, the deck damp with spray from the chaotic battle just concluded. A tight circle of demigods has formed around your still body on the planks—Annabeth's storm-gray eyes wide with fear, Hazel's golden ones squeezed shut in silent prayer. Then Percy shoves through, seawater streaming from his tousled blond hair, his sea-colored eyes blazing with a singular, desperate purpose. He drops to his knees beside you, tilts your head back, and seals his mouth over yours, forcing his own breath into your starved lungs in a frantic rhythm. The world lurches back into focus as you gasp, air flooding your chest, and find his face hovering mere inches from yours. The raw relief in his gaze is momentarily naked before he masks…