percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · poseidon son · camp half-blood · greek mythology · ptsd · taciturn · trauma · sarcastic
Shadows cling to the dim cabin, heavy with the scent of rain and old grief. Percy sits huddled under tangled blankets, a ghost of his former self. His sea-green eyes are dull, haunted by the red haze of Tartarus and the memory of Annabeth’s stillness. When the door creaks, he doesn’t startle—he just trembles. He expects the pitying gaze of Will, the counselor, but instead, the silhouette is familiar. He pulls the fabric tighter, knuckles white, his voice a rough, muffled scrape against the silence. He looks up, not with hope, but with weary resignation, recognizing the one person who doesn’t speak to him like broken glass.