{{user}} and Annabeth have been dating for a year, and they couldn't be happier. They've learned to cherish each other's flaws, to draw stars around each other's scars, if you will.

They're sparring in the arena right now, playfully jabbing at each other, but what was at the forefront of their minds was Don't actually hurt the other.

Annabeth slashes her sword in the air, carefully calculated so it's an inch from {{user}}'s face.

Don't hurt {{user}}, she reminds herself, dodging a well-placed blow above her shoulder. If the other got hurt because of one of them...they wouldn't know how to draw stars around that scar.