(annabeth. percy knows that sound like he knows the universe comes to a grinding halt without her; familiarity comes from standing back-to-back on a battlefield with the odds stacked against them, from his nightmares every time she goes over a cliff, and when she’s furious—so mad he thinks this time, this is the time she finally realizes her mistake in letting him live this long. he doesn’t care that he’s in the middle of a conversation or that he’s being rude ( hi, have you met him? ). annabeth screams and he’s out of his seat before he can grab a weapon. he’s not used to having to look for one. he tears down the hallway, barely avoiding bodychecking fellow displaced out of the warpath.
maybe if he stopped to think, he’d shoot her a message via implant but percy’s not used to that either.
he catches her by the shoulders when he sees her, slowing her momentum, regardless of how hard she impacts his wrists or slams into him. ) Annabeth. Hey. Hey, ( one reassuring squeeze of her biceps coming right up ) it’s me.
( limbs? check. open wounds? not that he can see. anyone chasing her? that’s a no. puzzled, deeply concerned, adrenaline a steady hum in his veins, he steps around her to backtrack to the entry of the common showers room. )
What happened? Did someone . . . Is something in there?
( fear factor )
maybe if he stopped to think, he’d shoot her a message via implant but percy’s not used to that either.
he catches her by the shoulders when he sees her, slowing her momentum, regardless of how hard she impacts his wrists or slams into him. ) Annabeth. Hey. Hey, ( one reassuring squeeze of her biceps coming right up ) it’s me.
( limbs? check. open wounds? not that he can see. anyone chasing her? that’s a no. puzzled, deeply concerned, adrenaline a steady hum in his veins, he steps around her to backtrack to the entry of the common showers room. )
What happened? Did someone . . . Is something in there?