Sunlight: It was one of the first things that came to his mind when he thought of her. Everything sunny reminded him of his favorite California girl.
With her deep tan and her curly blond hair, she was almost exactly what I thought a stereotypical California girl would look like…
Percy Jackson-The Lightning Thief
The sun shot in through the curtains in bright rays of light, showing no mercy for those late sleepers.
Annabeth
Each morning his first and only thought was of her and how she was doing out in the land of movie stars with her dad and step-mom.
Annabeth
Those bright rays of sun that boldly peaked their way into his room could only remind him of his courageous, outspoken wisegirl.
Annabeth
The sunlight shining into his room reminded him so much of her that it was almost painful to look at. It was almost exactly like her. She would've bounced into his room, the morning person that she was, and opened his curtains yelling at him to wake up. (And when that had failed to work she wouldn't hesitate to throw off his covers and push him out of bed.)
Annabeth
She was like the sun in the way that it shined, but taken so much for granted that no one really noticed it (or her). Except for him of course.
Annabeth
It seemed to whisper her name longingly to him, or maybe that was just his imagination (or Aphrodite messing with him…)
Annabeth
She, like the sun, was so much a part of the reason he was alive. He can't evn count anymore how many times she had saved his ass from Hades.
Annabeth
As much as he loathed the sun in the morning, he grew to love the way it shined as the day went on illuminating his shadow on the pavement beneath his feet. Like Annabeth leading him out of harm's way.
Annabeth
When the sun hid behind the clouds or disappeared for a random moment he couldn't help but miss the way it warmed his skin or tickled him on the inside.
Annabeth
He hated being away from her for long periods of time, maintaining long distance relationships were hard but they managed to make it work. Like the sun managed to warm them every day from outer space.
Annabeth
He loved her, no matter how many times she ran past him because she had some genius idea or canceled a date to work on her Olympus sketches. But when she was gone, he missed her warmth. It was a hard kind of warmth to imagine or come up with by one's self.
Annabeth
Her sunlight lit a fire inside of him, igniting something great and powerful, something that made him feel godlike. In fact her presence in itself felt more powerful to him than any God's could be. (don't tell Zeus he said that though…)
Annabeth
She gave him hope that he could survive in this world, she was his everlasting ray of beautiful sunshine. He would take her until her last ray of golden burnt out, and even then he would still love her. He would be her sun and he would show to her the same golden things that she had shown to him years ago. He loved her to much to think that she would ever run out of sun.
Annabeth
As he lay there reflecting on how similar Annabeth and the sun were he realized how much he missed his human ray of sun, and the fact that it had been almost a week since he had last talked to her. He picked up a nearby drachma flipped it into the rainbow that the sun in his room had created.
"Hey Wisegirl…"
Annabeth
It was then that he realized she was so much better than a ray of sun, because you can't hold hug and love a ray of sun like you could with his
Annabeth.
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