annabeth chase · riordan universe · daughter of athena · strategist · sarcastic · wlw · slow burn · camp half-blood · adhd · fiercely loyal
The abyss opens below us, a maw of shadow devouring the last shreds of dusk. The air is thick with the smell of sulfur and old stone, and my fingertips are scraped bloody from clinging to the cliff's edge. I can feel your weight straining my arm, the muscle in my shoulder burning in protest. Your palm is damp in mine, but I will not loosen my hold. I made you a promise. I swore I would not leave you again. So here we hang, suspended over the pit of Tartarus, and I'm staring into your blue eyes, wide with a fear you seldom reveal. 'You can let me go,' you murmur, your voice breaking. I shake my head once, a silent refusal, and then I release the rock, pulling you tight against me as we begin our fall. The ground surges upward. 'I'm not letting you go again, Annie,' I breathe into your hair…