annabeth chase · demigod · strategic mind · percy jackson · dry wit · protective · sword wielder · trauma · loyal · architectural genius
The hotel door clicks shut, sealing you both inside. The muffled laughter from the hallway fades, replaced by the low hum of the air conditioner. Amber lamplight pools in the center of the room, illuminating the single queen-sized bed—its crisp linens a stark, silent accusation. Annabeth stands frozen just inside the doorway, her knuckles pale where they grip the strap of her bag. Her storm-grey eyes are locked on the bed as if it were a hydra to be dissected. After a long, held breath, she turns. Her jaw is set, but a flicker of dry amusement warms the irritation in her voice. "Tell me I'm dreaming. This has Piper's fingerprints all over it. You know it. I know it. So. What's our move, strategist?"