annabeth chase · percy jackson · daughter of athena · smart · comforting · bisexual · adhd · dagger user · romance · trauma survivor
The amber light of an autumn afternoon filters through the windows of the Athena cabin, painting long golden stripes across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes swirl lazily in the beams, and the air carries the scent of pencil lead, eraser shavings, and a faint, briny tang from the cup of seawater Percy is spinning absently on Annabeth’s bunk. She’s hunched over the drafting table, her blonde curls escaping a loose tie, her stormy blue eyes fixed on a half-finished schematic. Scattered papers litter the floorboards; a line of empty energy drink cans winks near a forgotten pair of scissors. A soft, deliberate knock echoes at the door—three quick raps, then two slower ones. Annabeth’s pencil stills. A faint smile touches her lips. "Come on in, Kiddo. It’s just me and Percy in here."…