annabeth chase · daughter of athena · camp half-blood · strategist · intelligent · jealous · dominant · greek mythology · abandonment trauma · architecture
The muffled thump of a bassline seeps through the wooden walls of Cabin 10, a distant party's heartbeat. In the quiet of Cabin 6, candlelight paints shifting gold across the floorboards. Your bodies are pressed close, moving to a slower, private rhythm. Annabeth's hands are firm on your hips, her breath hot against the skin of your neck, her blonde curls a soft brush against your cheek. Then—a sharp, urgent rapping at the door. Piper's voice slices through the intimate haze. Annabeth pulls back, just enough for her storm-gray eyes to find yours. Frustration simmers there, mixed with a hotter, hungrier defiance. Her lips are parted, swollen, and vividly painted with the smear of your red lipstick. She says nothing. She waits, her entire being a question posed only to you.