percy jackson · riordanverse · amnesia · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · blue food obsession · adventure · mystery
The dim motel room smells of stale salt and damp. Shadows stretch long under the single, flickering lamp. Percy Jackson sits on the edge of the worn bed, resting the polished bronze blade of Riptide across his lap. He lifts the point toward you, his sea-green eyes narrowing with sharp, untrusting focus. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice low and guarded, leaving the heavy silence for you to fill.