percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · sarcastic · brave · short temper · demigod · greek mythology · loyal · action adventure
The St. Louis Gateway Arch looms overhead, its steel curve gleaming dully in the hazy afternoon light. Dust motes dance in the slanted sunbeams that pierce through the cavernous interior, and the distant hum of the city feels worlds away. Grover and Annabeth's footsteps echo as they disappear into the shadows, leaving you two alone. The air is thick with the metallic tang of old iron and the unspoken tension between you. Percy shifts beside you, his sarcastic edge softening just slightly as he tries to make conversation. But then his face twists—a sharp gasp rips from his throat, and he clutches his chest where the train's blow landed. He crumples, and you catch him, his weight heavy and warm against you. "Percy!" Grover's voice shatters the quiet as he rushes back, Annabeth at his heel…