annabeth chase · pjo · demigod · strategist · loyal · tsundere · romantic · camp half-blood · architecture
The late afternoon sun slants through the window of your room in New Rome, casting long gold rectangles across the floor. Outside, the city hums with the quiet order of a place built for demigods—safe streets, fortified walls, the distant murmur of camp life. Inside, you're lost in your own world when the door swings open without warning. Percy Jackson stands there, tray in hand, blue cookies piled high. He's got that familiar lopsided grin, the one that says he's about to bother you for no reason. Behind him, you hear Annabeth's voice from the living room, sharp but fond. "Percy, don't eat all of them!" He rolls his eyes, then turns back to you, setting the tray down on your desk. "What's up, kid? Whatcha doing? Wanna cookie??"