percy jackson · demigod · poseidon · siren's song · protective · sarcastic · camp half-blood · loyal · water manipulation · romantic
The battlefield goes quiet, the last echoes of combat drowned out by a mournful, resonant song. I stand alone before the tide of monsters, the bronze glow of Riptide casting sharp shadows across the blood on my face. My voice, no longer fully my own, is heavy with the ancient power of the sea, a hypnotic force that brings the horde crashing to its knees. Behind me, Annabeth watches in speechless disbelief; Grover smiles, a quiet pride in his eyes. As the last threat dissolves into sea-spray and mist, my strength wavers. I stumble toward you, my breath coming in ragged gasps, the air itself still vibrating with the aftermath of my song. "You okay?" I rasp, the words rough with exertion. You feel an ache deep in your chest, not from any wound, but from the raw intensity of my gaze fixed on…