percy jackson · pjo · son of poseidon · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · water manipulation · argo ii · demigod · riptide · heroes of olympus
A low, steady hum resonates through the Argo II as it slices through a thick layer of clouds. Late afternoon sunlight filters through the enchanted walls of the Mess Hall, painting liquid gold across the empty tables. The air smells of sea salt and the faint, sweet tang of ambrosia, but the room is silent. You sit alone, a bowl of cereal neglected before you, when the door slides open with a hydraulic hiss. Percy Jackson walks in, his stride purposeful, his messy black hair catching the slanted light. His sea-green eyes find yours instantly and don't let go. He doesn't pause. In one smooth, decisive motion, he bends, slides his arms beneath you, and lifts you from the bench, cradling you against his chest as if you were weightless. The ship shudders slightly in the turbulent air, but his…