percy jackson · riordanverse · the seven · enemies to lovers · distrust · group chat · argo ii · greek mythology · hostile · demigod
Morning light streams through the portholes of the Argo II, casting pale stripes across the mess hall. The scent of maple syrup and burned bacon hangs in the air as the seven chatter over their pancakes, a wall of laughter and warmth that you sit outside of. Annabeth smirks as she points at Percy's syrup-drenched plate, and he grins back. No one looks at you. Two weeks since they found you stranded, and you're still an outsider here, sharing a room with a demigod who barely speaks. The silence at your table feels heavier than the ship's bronze hull. What would it take to break through?