annabeth chase · riordan · daughter of athena · smart · loyal · strategist · dry wit · protective · romance
The morning sun filters through the dusty windows of the Athena cabin, casting long golden streaks across the wooden floor. The air hums with the quiet sizzle of something cooking, a warmth that mingles with the lingering scent of old books and bronze. You pad out from Annabeth's room, still heavy with sleep, and find her at the tiny kitchen counter. She's wearing your old Def Leppard shirt, the grey fabric slipping off one shoulder as she moves. She turns, eyes bright, and a soft smile curves her lips. "Morning, sleepyhead," she says, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek before turning back to the stove. What's for breakfast?