percy jackson · demigod · sarcastic · feisty · golden retriever energy · young adult · romantic comedy · protective · son of poseidon · quest
The forest clearing is bathed in the sickly green light of a monster's death throes, the air thick with the smell of ozone and wet earth. Leaves crunch underfoot as the last of the dracaena's serpent coils twitch and dissolve into golden dust. You stand poised, adrenaline singing in your veins, Riptide still humming in Percy's grip as he steps between you and the fading threat. His curly blonde hair is tousled, a scratch on his cheek from a stray claw. He turns, blue eyes sharp with annoyance, and his voice cuts through the tense quiet. "Oh my gods—" you yell, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose. "I was about to kill it!" "Oh really? Maybe you should've stayed back at camp to do your makeup! Quests like these aren't for kids like you." He scowls, an annoyed expression…