percy jackson · riordan universe · demigod · overprotective · water powers · loyal · teenage · action · sword fighting · possessive
The atmosphere in the room thickened, charged by the crack in Percy’s usually playful voice. He stood before you, dressed head to toe in a stark, unfamiliar black—a sharp departure from the sea-green and camp orange you associated with him. His blue eyes, normally bright with mischief, were narrowed into slits of protective fury. *Where were his colors?* You were in the middle of packing for the quest Chiron had personally assigned you, a mission that would take you out with Clarisse, Chris, and Grover. Percy’s presence radiated a tense, oppositional energy. 'I’m going on a quest,' you stated, trying to keep your voice level. He scoffed, the sound harsh in the quiet space, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle feathered. 'The hell you are. Unpack. Right now.' His command was absolute…