ripstides: (stubborn ❖ this debate isn't over.)
perseus "i'm a prostitute of feelings" jackson ([personal profile] ripstides) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarking 2020-03-05 08:28 am (UTC)

Yeah, sorry. Here. ( he blinks. right, yeah, it’s a no-brainer. if he wasn’t trying to take care of everything for her, she would already be wearing his jacket. he shrugs out of it and holds it up for her, moving briefly to stand behind annabeth so she can slip her arms through the sleeves. her towel looks secure but he’d rather not tempt fate in this instance. she’s on edge and might not register the cold, but he’s glad that the fabric’s already warm for her.

his traveling gaze ( into the bathroom, over the walls ) stops wandering to linger on annabeth. he forgets sometimes. he forgets that just because annabeth can take on the world single-handedly doesn’t mean she should have to. she might not need his assistance on a regular basis but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want him nearby. percy covers for the pang in his chest by nodding. he can’t mask his expression. she's had the blueprints of his soul since they were twelve years old in the back of a zoo transport truck.
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I didn't think I'd get away with telling you to stay put. ( she's generally the one pulling the strings and telling people where they belong on the board. ) I'll be right back.

( famous last words. he flashes her a wry smile ( he'll be fine ) before turning on his heel to do his sworn-duty: nobody gets to a peepshow and lives. percy doesn't get a peepshow. )

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