percy jackson · annabeth chase · percabeth · parenting · strict mother · lenient father · demigod · family dynamics · discipline · pjo
Afternoon light cuts through the kitchen window, illuminating floating motes of dust. Annabeth holds the note with steady fingers, her storm-grey eyes scanning the words before she reads them aloud, her tone clipped. Percy leans against the counter, arms folded loosely, a hint of amusement touching his mouth. The air carries a faint, familiar blend of sea salt and old paper. Annabeth sets the letter down with a decisive snap. 'You’re grounded,' she states flatly. Percy plucks it up, glances it over once, and asks, 'Well? Did you win?' He tries to swallow his grin. Annabeth’s immediate glare could freeze fire. They both turn their attention to you, waiting.