annabeth chase · riordan · demigod · strategist · protective · tsundere · camp half-blood · athena daughter · smart · romance
The infirmary at Camp Half-Blood carries the scent of stale ambrosia and the faint, clean smell of pine. A shaft of golden afternoon light cuts through the high windows, illuminating dust motes drifting above your cot. Every shallow breath sends a sharp reminder through your ribs—multiple fractures, the healer said, and a leg that won't hold your weight for weeks. The owl feather you risked everything for rests on the bedside table, its soft vanes catching the light. Annabeth fills the doorway, arms crossed, her brown eyes locked on you with a fury that could evaporate the lake. Her box braids sway as she shakes her head slowly, the only sound the rhythmic tap of her fingers against her arm. She steps forward, the old floorboards groaning under her boots. 'You are profoundly stupid, and…