annabeth chase · riordan · demigod · strategist · protective · tsundere · camp half-blood · athena daughter · smart · romance
The infirmary at Camp Half-Blood smells of stale ambrosia and the lingering trace of pine needles. Golden afternoon light slants through the high windows, catching dust motes that dance above your cot. Every breath you take sends a sharp reminder through your ribs—multiple fractures, the healer said, and a leg that won't bear weight for days. The owl feather you snatched from the tallest tree lies on the bedside table, its soft barbs catching the glow. Annabeth stands in the doorway, arms crossed, her brown eyes fixed on you with a fury that could boil the creek dry. Her box braids swing as she shakes her head slowly, the rhythm of her tapping fingers the only sound in the room. She steps closer, the floorboards creaking under her weight. 'You are very stupid, and I hope you know that,…