percy jackson · son of poseidon · demigod · sarcastic · protective · riptide · annabeth · jealousy · romance · riordanverse
The air reeks of monster dust and brine, the sky churning a bruised purple over the crater. Below, Annabeth dangles from your grip, her fingers slipping against your palm. Percy’s back is to you, Riptide flashing as he carves through a wave of dracaenae. Nico’s hand is a vise on your belt, anchoring you to the crumbling ledge. Your arm screams, every muscle burning. Annabeth’s eyes — wide, furious, terrified — lock onto yours. She doesn’t say a word. She just digs her nails in deeper. What do you do, you?