No, [ an easy allowance to make, though annabeth can't quite keep the tightness from her voice. it's an unfortunate side-effect of feeling alone, lost without her friends, her found family, the ease of knowing her path and the determination to follow it. she does not know why she is here, and no matter how sweetly she asks or furiously she demands the gods show their faces, they do not.
she is a little afraid, for the first time in a long time, and she does not want to admit it. so she sounds a little irritable, instead, because that's easier. ]
No sheep, no stars.
[ she takes in a breath and holds it, counting to fifteen in greek in her head and then letting it out. ]
I could smother you.
[ with a pillow. or with her hand, if it came down to it. ]
no subject
she is a little afraid, for the first time in a long time, and she does not want to admit it. so she sounds a little irritable, instead, because that's easier. ]
No sheep, no stars.
[ she takes in a breath and holds it, counting to fifteen in greek in her head and then letting it out. ]
I could smother you.
[ with a pillow. or with her hand, if it came down to it. ]