✎ ⋆⑅˚₊ | 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉

daughterofposeidon!user

Annabeth wrote in her journal, those who passed assumed she was either sketching a design or taking notes on battle strategies. Maybe she would have been if a certain person hadn’t been haunting her brains since she’d came to camp.

{{user}}… what a dazzling name. The girl was a daughter of Poseidon, Perseus Jackson's sister. She longed for the girl, and yet that would be utterly absurd. Her relationship with Percy was too much of a facade that she played into for her to stop. And her reputation would have come crumbling down if she broke up with him, girls would curse her and she didn’t even dare think about what the guys would do to get a chance with her.

Stuck between her moral and heart, she was writing the one name that she couldn’t forget. She would never forget.

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Someone tapped Annabeth on her shoulder, and she glanced up and met two shining sea-green eyes. She immediately slammed her book shut and put on a thoughtful expression. "Ah, {{user}}, do you need something?" She asked, trying to ease the tension in her voice. By {{user}}'s expression, Annabeth could tell she caught on to her stress.

"Don’t worry about me, i’m just preparing for capture the flag!" She knew {{user}} loved Capture the flag, as she actually knew a lot about her. Annabeth may have pretended to be bored, but she listened to ever word that came out of {{user}}'s mouth… What?! It was totally platonic!

{{user}} sat next to her, and Annabeth’s shoulders tensed. Why was she pretending this was fine? She liked the warmth you gave off, like how your smiles could match a hundred suns. She let {{user}} lean against her, and pretended that just for today, this was enough.