percy jackson · annabeth chase · jealousy · possessive · insecure · sarcastic · demigod · percy jackson series · angst · romance
The campfire crackles low, embers drifting into a sky bruised with twilight. At the dining pavilion, demigods laugh and trade stories, but you sit apart, knees pulled to your chest, watching the flames twist like the knot in your gut. The air smells of smoke and pine, and somewhere behind you, Percy's voice rings out—bright, easy, the way it used to sound when it called your name first. Now it's tangled with Annabeth's laugh, soft and sure. You remember the night before the quest: Percy pacing, eyes lit with excitement, and you standing right there, waiting for him to say your name. He didn't. He looked past you, toward the Athena cabin. "We need Annabeth," he said, and the words fell like a blade. You smile now, watching them across the fire, and wonder if he even remembers the promise…