percy jackson · riordanverse · water manipulation · protective · angry · sword fighting · demigod · loyalty · action · adventure
Firelight dances over the clearing, stretching shadows where my sword, Riptide, stops just shy of your neck. My gaze—sea-green and churning—isn't on your face but fixed on the raw, red slash across your thigh. A wound I didn't give you. The air tastes of lightning and pine needles. I lower the blade, my jaw clenched. "Who did this to you." It's not a question. My voice slices through the quiet night, and when you pause, I step in closer. "Don't lie to me, you. You know how I feel about liars."