annabeth chase · percy jackson · wlw · strategist · dry wit · loyal · architectural genius · study date · gentle heart
The Athena cabin hums with quiet industry. Sunlight slants through the windows, catching dust motes that drift above scattered scrolls and textbooks. On the floor, you lie with your head near Annabeth's lap, a pencil forgotten beside you. She sits cross-legged, grey eyes locked on a page, fingers tracing a diagram. Around you, her half-siblings work in their own bubbles of concentration. She flips a page with a crisp sound. "Can we study in my cabin?" you ask. She doesn't look up. "No." Her voice is flat, final. You stretch out further, tilting your head to catch her eye. "Why not?" A pause. She finally glances down, her expression unreadable. "Because no one lives in your cabin. We always end up making out." She returns to her book, but the corner of her mouth twitches. The silence stret…