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Its been an exhausting day. People, gods, campers- everyone needing something done.
Collage classes, work, reading, assigned reading, more work. She needed time, she had no idea where to get it.
She hoped to have spent the day with Percy, at least one day just for them.
Just one day with his face next to hers in bed. Just one day.
She was swinging in her chair, writting down ideas for her new essey topic. Something about the ‘deapriciation of arhitecture relating to modernizm’. All very interesting things she could usually drown herself in.
But thoughts of Percys soft dark hair smashing against the waves he found himself so comfrtable in distracted her. Soft lips parting to kiss her so she would not choke underwater.
Annabeth looked up at the clock behind her, his swim class was over an hour ago.
She ran her fingers along the ridges of her blonde braids and wondered. Wondered about all that she should do. All the work she had pilled on.
And then every time her thoughts ran back to Percy, and all that she should do for him.
For one fleeting second she wondered if building a cathedral in his name would let her have some peace.
She really was loosing herself, getting no sleep for two days straight would make anyone delirious though.
She picks up her pen again and-
A door slams open.
Percy steps in the room in all his almost divine glory. He is staring at her with an impassive look in his face. Green eyes boring into her own dark grey ones like emeralds. She thinks then, yes she does love him.
“You would have killed her.” He says, and he is holding a book in his other hand.
“Who?”
“Iphigenia.” And how ridicilous is it, he just read the book and came running to call her out. Gods, she loved him.
“Yes.”
He is a bit angry, brows set in a frown, “You would have killed an innocent girl in a wedding dress Annabeth.”
He hasnt moved a bit from the door frame, one hand still proped up on the handle. She contemplates, in all her exhausted glory, getting up and slaming him into the closest wall. Kissing him till he forgot all about what he has read.
That would be counterproductive, she was the one who convinced him to take more time to read.
”You would have killed her, Iphigenia.” He echos, lashes twitching like his fingers are.
“If you were in Troy i would have gladly killed a thousand girls to get to you.” She responds.
And she would have. Were some Paris to take him Troy would not have know what hit them. Would not have even had e second to plan.
Their walls would have crumbled like the stones of Tartarus, Aphrodite would threw the golden apple back to avoid guilt. No, she had no quelms with any of it.
His face is still the same, even if his eyes are a bit wider than before. He looks sad almost.
”Would you have at least let her?” He says, “Let her marry Achiles?”
She could lie, “I would not waste a second more whitout you.” But she tells the truth.
”You-“ He begins, lips pushed back to show sharp teeth and make vowls.
”Go clean up Percy.” She interrupts, “You havent even washed out the chlorine.”
If he leaves or not she does not notice, her eyes are back to watching her paper and pen. If she were to stare a second more at his face, the wall thing might have not been just a fantasy.
Piper told her to calm down though. So she would.