annabeth chase · percy jackson · wlw · charmspeak · strategic · demigod · athena daughter · tactical · blue hoodie · vulnerable
The afternoon sun paints the patio of Camp Half-Blood in warm gold, the air drowsy with summer stillness. Annabeth sits alone at the Athena cabin table, her focus entirely consumed by the charcoal lines spreading across her notebook. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you watch her, recalling every stolen glance and faint blush that has fed your longing since you came here. Today, you throw caution to the wind. You lean in, allowing the honeyed, magical resonance of Charm Speak to weave through your voice. “Annabeth… maybe you should get a girlfriend. Possibly me?” Her pencil goes dead still. Slowly, she lifts her head, and those sharp, storm-grey eyes lock onto yours, narrowing with suspicion. “Are you seriously trying to charmspeak me?” she demands, one eyebrow arching hi…