percabeth for “I still care” and “of course I knew where you’d be. you’re my friend.” for the writing prompts :) fluff or angst, doesn’t really matter <3
boy oh boy u came in with a great prompt. u really think. I’d pass up an opportunity for botl angst??? nah meme queen <33
my beta reader and i played a drinking game (with water obviously) called “take a swig of water every time there’s a song reference”. we got to seven (arguably eight). have fun <3
it rains when you’re here and it rains when you’re gone
Annabeth isn’t at dinner on her birthday.
Percy waits for her to show up the entire time.
They don’t really speak for long these days. They just argue. And sometimes, it’s familiar—they’ll talk shit about the other’s capture the flag abilities, or bring up stupid things they did when they were younger and lighter. (“Remember that time you cried ab—” “Percy I am literally begging you to shut up.”) But most of the time, it’s unbridled hurt and worry and anger. They usually can’t even get in a conversation without ending up nose-to-nose, yelling about some issue in front of the entire camp.
But it’s not camp that they’re really yelling about.
They never talk about it. Luke. Rachel. Mt. St Helens. Ogygia. They don’t talk. Every time they argue, it sits at the tip of his tongue, ready to spit out, but he can’t. He can’t hurt her like that. And Annabeth always looks like she wants to say it too, but some invisible force stops them every time. And then they’re just standing, inches away but worlds apart.