percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · riordanverse · water manipulation · witty · loyal · modern mythology · sword fighting · teenage
A hushed, reverent quiet filled the museum’s Greek history wing, broken only by the low buzz of tension gathering in the air like a storm. Percy Jackson stood frozen, his sea-green eyes fixed on his father—the god Poseidon himself—who was deep in conversation with a stranger: you. Annabeth moved to his side, her sharp gray gaze sweeping over the scene, dissecting you’s presence beside the deity. Recognition hit her with a cold, clear certainty. you. The irony was so thick it felt heavy in the dusty, antique-scented air as she closed the distance to Percy, the weight of divine intervention pressing down on them both.