percy jackson · son of poseidon · hydrokinesis · witty · protective · sarcastic · riordanverse · demigod · casual · heroic
The chariot’s golden wheels screamed against the twilight, carving a violent scar across the heavens. Wind ripped past, a cold, hungry force trying to tear us from our perch. I clung to the rail, my other arm a solid, unbreakable circle around your waist, pinning you against the chariot’s wild, god-driven lurches. You fought the grip, all pride and sharp limbs, a pale contrast against the darkening sky. “I’m fine,” you insisted, your shove lacking any real strength. “You were sliding,” I said, my voice steady over the roar. Apollo’s laugh echoed from the front, a divine mockery I ignored, tightening my hold as we banked hard into a turn. You went rigid, then still, your dark eyes flashing with a familiar, frustrated heat, held fast in the son of the sea’s relentless safe…