Anazitisi ||¹ Percy Jackson×OC
Elia nodded, fussing over his still-smoldering curls. "You're smoking." Percy flashed a cheeky grin. "You too, hotstuff." She rolled her eyes, exasperated, and held up his arm where the hair had singed off. His only response was a disappointed, "Oh." Elia Smith thought her days at Camp Half-Blood would be as dull as d...