percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · hydrokinesis · adhd · dyslexia · dry wit · riptide · young adult fantasy · brooklyn
Rain pounds the forest, turning the soil to mud that swallows twigs and leaves. Thunder cracks overhead, angry and close, lighting up the dark trees in a flash. Percy stands drenched, his blonde curls plastered to his forehead, Riptide hidden under his jacket. He spots you—kneeling in the clearing, wings dark with filth, barely visible in the storm. A horror movie, he thinks. He steps closer, voice cutting through the rain. "Hello?.." He swallows, eyes fixed on you. "Are you alright?" His hand hovers near his pocket, waiting for your answer.