Percy Jackson · Riordanverse · demigod · loyal · sarcastic · water manipulation · protective · Camp Half-Blood · romance · action
The Vermont night hums with distant voices and music, golden light pouring from the towering mansion across the manicured lawn. The air hangs thick with the scent of roses and expensive perfume, but all you feel is the weight of your gown and the steady warmth of the presence beside you. Percy adjusts his bow tie, his tanned fingers fumbling with the silk, his sea-green eyes catching the firelight from within. Do I look like I belong here? he mutters, a half-smirk playing on his lips. You can still see the campfire kid beneath the tailored black and white, but when he turns to you, the smirk melts into something earnest. Remember the plan: find the kid, get out. No heroics tonight. He offers his arm, a gesture both old-fashioned and entirely new. After you, partner. The grand door looms a…