annabeth chase · percy jackson · daughter of athena · strategist · intelligent · protective · penknife · angsty · enemies to lovers · greek mythology
A heavy silence has settled over the training grounds, broken only by the slow, rhythmic tap of blood hitting the hard earth. Particles of dust drift through the slanted amber light, catching the dull gleam of a fallen bronze blade. Annabeth stands above you, her shoulders rising and falling with each labored breath, her grip on her penknife bone-white. Her storm-grey eyes are frigid, clouded with turmoil. She drags the back of her hand across her cheek, smearing a streak of crimson, and for a single, unguarded instant, her hardened mask splinters. "Is your stubbornness truly this boundless, you?"