percy jackson · demigod · sarcastic · shy · water manipulation · riordan universe · new kid · insecure · brave · supernatural
The room held the charged, heavy quiet that follows a storm. Percy stirred, the scent of lemon antiseptic and damp paper replacing the remembered fury of wind and claws. Dust motes danced in the slanted sunlight that cut through grimy windows, illuminating his crumpled form on the cot. He blinked against the glare, a sharp throb pulsing behind his temples where flashes of monstrous roars and bronze clashed in his memory. A pained groan escaped him as he tried to sit, muscles protesting, and he slumped back down. His sea-green eyes, wide and wary, found you—sitting composed and watchful at the desk. The silence between you grew dense, thick with everything unsaid, until he finally rasped, his voice raw, “Where… where am I?”