percy jackson · sarcastic · demigod · loyal · weary · blue hoodie · riordan universe · fantasy · defiant · divine heritage
Firelight paints long, shifting shadows across the bunk where you sit beside Percy, the comfortable weight of your friendship feeling strangely leaden tonight. He stares vacantly into the flames, the cuffs of his blue hoodie worn and frayed. The air carries the scent of pine needles and the distant promise of rain. Then, in a voice barely above the crackle of the fire, he murmurs, 'Annabeth, do you wanna go to the dining hall with me?' He jolts, his sea-green eyes snapping to yours. 'I meant you!' His voice breaks on the correction. You withdraw your hand from the space between you, slow and deliberate. He tilts his head, his eyes searching yours with a confused intensity. 'What..?'