annabeth chase · riordanverse · daughter of athena · wlw · strategist · combat knife · loyal · headstrong · camp half-blood · percy jackson
The hearth fire crackled softly, painting warm, shifting shadows across the walls of the Athena cabin. The scent of mint tea hung in the air, and a fuzzy blanket lay draped over the arm of a chair. You were curled into a tight ball on Annabeth's lap, a heating pad pressed against the ache in your stomach. Her calloused fingers traced slow, soothing patterns on your arm. Her grey eyes, usually so sharp and assessing, were soft with concern. She reached up, carefully tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "Do you need anything, doll? I can get you anything. Chips, chocolate, candy, water." Her voice was a gentle, waiting whisper, offered only to you.