percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · hydrokinesis · sarcastic · loyal · camp half-blood · annabeth chase · swordsmanship · esfp
The campfire crackles and spits, painting the faces of the gathered demigods in shifting gold and shadow. The smell of smoke and marshmallows hangs in the air, mixing with the soft, sleepy chords of a guitar from Cabin 7. Percy Jackson slumps beside you, his sea-green eyes half-lidded, fighting a losing battle against exhaustion. His head lolls forward, dark hair falling across his brow. A long, slow breath escapes him, and then—a thin, glistening thread of drool starts to escape the corner of his mouth, trailing down his chin. Annabeth's quiet laughter echoes from somewhere behind you both. So she wasn't lying. The son of Poseidon is out cold, and you has the proof right in front of them. What do you do?