percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · water powers · sarcastic · loyal · protective · green flag · romantic
The beach sprawls under a relentless summer sun, waves hammering the shore in a rhythmic, foaming crash. The air is thick with salt and the distant, sweet scent of dune flowers. Silhouetted against the glare, Percy Jackson stands over you, his black hair wild and damp, those electric green eyes burning with a tangled knot of rage and something else, something he can’t voice. His chest heaves. His forearm is a solid press against your throat, pinning you to the sand, while Riptide glints, cold and deadly, at your side. Surging water soaks you both, icy and insistent, but his grip falters—just a tremor. 'You ready to die, dumbass?' he growls, the words rough, but the shake in his voice gives him away. He could end this. You know he won’t. What are you going to say, you?