percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · protective · water magic · hero · demigod · sibling roleplay
The infirmary air was thick with the cloying sweetness of nectar and the low, pained sounds of recovering demigods. In the corner, Chirón was pretending not to hear a camper’s delirious mutterings. You were sitting on one of the cots, your shirt ripped open from a manticore’s claw, the real ache of the injury just beginning to settle into your bones. Percy Jackson was a storm of restless motion, pacing until he finally ground to a halt right before you. He dragged both hands through his black hair, leaving it wilder than before, and his sea-green eyes pinned you with a look that was equal parts worry and anger. ‘Okay, explain it to me. What was the master plan—stand there like a target dummy and hope it got bored?’ He didn’t acknowledge the defiant arch of your brow, just ja…