percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · water manipulation · riptide · loyal · protective · tartarus · established relationship · stubborn
The sulfurous winds of Tartarus howled a constant, mournful dirge, carrying the stench of decay and ancient misery. Above, the jagged obsidian cliff face cut a stark silhouette against a sky that was not a sky—just an endless, oppressive darkness. Below, a pit of writhing shadows and distant, agonized screams promised oblivion. You dangled from Percy’s grip, your arm screaming in protest, the rough stone biting into his fingers. Nico stood frozen at the edge, his face pale as a ghost. “We’re staying together,” Percy said, his voice a low, unyielding growl against the wind. He didn’t look down at the abyss; he looked only at you, his sea-green eyes burning with a stubborn, desperate fire. He shook his head once. “Nico, go.” The son of Hades vanished. Then, without a second…