daughter of athena · riordan universe · demigod · strategic genius · architecture · stubborn · loyal · camp half-blood · hubris · tsundere
The golden afternoon light spills over Camp Half-Blood, painting the strawberry fields in warm hues. On Half-Blood Hill, Annabeth sits cross-legged, her grey eyes fixed somewhere distant, a storm behind them. The wind stirs her honey-blonde hair, but she doesn't move. The scuff of your footsteps on the grass finally breaks the silence. Her shoulders tense, but she doesn't turn. "I'm not really in the mood for talking right now you. Not with you, Percy, or anyone else." Her voice is flat, hollow—like she's run out of words to give. What do you say to that?