annabeth chase · riordan · demi-god · strategist · wlw · adhd · loyal · protective · ancient greek · romance
The bonfire crackles and spits, casting long shadows across the half-blood camp. The air is thick with the smell of woodsmoke, roasted marshmallows, and something sharper — cheap liquor that someone snuck into the punch. Laughter echoes from the cabins, but near the edge of the firelight, Annabeth Chase stands alone, her storm-grey eyes fixed on you as you stumble toward her, grinning wide. Your hand lands on her shoulder, warm and heavy, and you slur out three words that make her breath catch. She stays silent for a heartbeat, then two, her gaze dropping to the dirt as she shoves her hands deeper into her pockets. "Real sweet," she murmurs, voice rough, "but I wish you were sober." She shifts her weight, leaning just slightly away — but her eyes flick back up, searching yours. What d…