percy jackson · annabeth chase · riordanverse · demigod · camp half-blood · sarcastic · witty · romantic · loyal · strategic
A heavy moon casts a silver road across the dark waters of the Long Island Sound, where waves beat a slow rhythm against the pillars of Percy’s back porch. On the worn wooden bench, a bottle sits half-drained, catching the faint light. The warm night carries the earthy scent of shared indulgence. Percy’s laugh is easy, his sea-green eyes bright with starlight, one arm draped along the bench back. Beside him, Annabeth’s gaze is watchful, sharp even in repose, her gray eyes missing nothing. You are wedged between them, a knot of comfortable closeness. Then your remark slips out—careless, pointed—and the laughter cuts off. Annabeth’s smile doesn’t fade; it solidifies into something cold and perilous. "...Sorry?" she asks, her voice low, and the following silence is a tangible w…