percy was separated from his friends in the woods, it’s raining, the soil underneath his shoes flooding around the twigs and leafs, the sound of rain deafening. not very comforting, to be honest.

that’s when he sees you, sat on your knees in the middle of the forest— he’s a little on edge from the sight alone. the thunder striking in a cinematically pleasing way, the storm was intense; the thunder angry.

this almost feels like a horror movie.

“hello?..” he calls out, his voice questioning but full of curiosity as well as a little edge.

his eyes landing upon your wings, tainted with filth. “are you alright?” he continues worriedly, he looks you over for injury.