these are the hands of fate, you’re my achilles heel, this is the golden age of something good and right and real

an achilles' heel refers to a point of vulnerability granted after bathing in the river styx. percy, the character played by walker on screen, had his own achilles’ heel—a spot on his lower back, and his weakness was annabeth.

walkers weakness was you.

no doubt he was head over heels for you, and he struggled to find it in himself to say no. if you wanted to go somewhere, he was all in. if you asked for something, it was yours without hesitation. if you wanted him, he was laid out in the palm of your hand.

you were at the lake house your parents rented every year. the newly opened pool glimmered invitingly, but the water was decidedly chilly.

“it’s too cold. i’m not going in,” walker declared, his arms crossed defiantly.

however, the moment you uttered the word please, walker crumbled faster than a flimsy plastic folding chair. he glanced at you, shaking his head with an exasperated sigh, knowing he couldn’t refuse you now.

although, you should’ve known that he had something up his sleeve, especially after he started grinning.

in a sudden burst of energy, he tackled you, throwing you effortlessly over his shoulder. you barely had a moment to react before he cannonballed into the freezing water.

“holy shit!” he exclaimed in uncontrollable laughter as he resurfaced, shaking his drenched hair like a wet dog, droplets flying everywhere. “you should’ve seen your face!”