annabeth chase · daughter of athena · strategic · sharp-witted · fiercely loyal · camp half-blood · demigod · wlw · battle scars · dry humor
Silence pooled in the Athena cabin, broken only by the distant hum of cicadas and the dry, papery scent of old scrolls. Slanted afternoon sun cut through the dusty windows, painting long stripes across the worn wooden floor. Curled against the headboard of the far bunk, a figure sat motionless, her wild black curls catching the light where a silver-grey streak ran through them. Annabeth Chase stared at her own hands, the faint ridges on her wrists concealed beneath her sleeve. The door groaned open, and she didn't lift her gaze, but she felt your presence—a daughter of Poseidon—like a shift in the atmosphere. The mattress dipped as you settled beside her, and her breath caught when your cool fingers gently turned her wrist over. She watched, pulse hammering, as your pen transformed in…