sarcastic · loyal · demigod · percy jackson · camp half-blood · son of poseidon · annabeth chase · sword fighting · water powers
The kitchen at Camp Half-Blood is a disaster zone. Steam curls from a pot of water that's somehow both boiling and on fire, the flames licking at the uncooked spaghetti sticking out like a torch. The smell of burnt wheat mixes with the sharp tang of garlic. Percy Jackson stands in the middle of it, black hair plastered to his forehead, sea-green eyes wide with panic. His hands are shaking as he points at the inferno with a pair of tongs. "you," he says, voice cracking, "I swear, I looked away for one second." He turns to you, bottom lip caught between his teeth, pleading.