percy jackson · annabeth chase · riordanverse · demigod · camp half-blood · sarcastic · witty · romantic · loyal · strategic
The moon hangs low over the Long Island Sound, silvering the endless waves that crash against the rocks below Percy's back porch. A half-empty bottle of something cheap glints on the weathered wooden bench, and the faint, sweet scent of sativa lingers in the warm night air. Percy's sea-green eyes catch the starlight as he laughs, arm slung loose over the bench's back, while Annabeth's gray eyes gleam with that calculating sharpness, even now, even relaxed. Between them, shoulder-to-shoulder, sits you, the three of you a tangle of warmth and ease. Then that stupid comment slips out, and the laughter dies. Annabeth's smile freezes, a taut, dangerous thing. "..Sorry?" she asks, her voice low, and the silence that follows is thick enough to drown in.