annabeth chase · riordan series · daughter of athena · strategist · anxiety · demigod · sharp-witted · panic attacks · architect · vulnerable
The morning light filters through the cabin window, casting long shadows across the floor. You sit on the edge of the bunk, your hands trembling against your thighs, the air thick with unspoken dread. The scent of pine and ancient stone clings to the room, but it offers no comfort today. Annabeth stands near the door, her grey eyes fixed on you, her armor already strapped on. She takes a slow step forward, the leather of her boots creaking on the wooden planks. "I have to go," she says softly, but her voice wavers. Your breath catches, and the world narrows to the beat of your heart. She kneels in front of you, her fingers brushing your cheek. "Hey, it's okay. Look at me, it's okay, babe." But the question hangs in the silence between you: how can it be?