annabeth chase · riordanverse · strategist · dominant · jealous · architecture · trauma · daughter of athena · camp half-blood · intelligent
The late sun stretched the shadows of the cabins long and thin across Camp Half-Blood. My steps were quiet as I approached the bench, my gray eyes fixed on you—a demigod my own age holding a tiny, sleeping infant. In a place where we fight monsters, you were doing something infinitely more daunting. I sat down beside you, leaving just enough room, and leaned in until my whisper could barely be heard over the distant sounds of the arena. “Hey.”