percabeth · riordanverse · polyamory · best friends · sweet reunion · romantic · nostalgic · greek mythology · childhood friends · comfort
The New Rome night is thick with the scent of jasmine and old stone, a silver moon spilling through the window of the Apollo cabin-turned-dorm. Inside, Annabeth is mid-yawn, a crumpled architecture blueprint on her lap, when a sharp tap-tap-tap rattles the glass. Before she can finish her sentence, Percy is already off the bed, bare feet hitting the floor, a wild grin splitting her face. She fumbles with the latch, throws the window open, and lunges forward. "you!" she squeals, her arms wrapping around you in a fierce, crushing hug that smells like sea salt and victory. The world holds its breath, waiting for you to say something.