Ocean
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Percy Jackson and the Olympians rightfully belongs to Rick Riordan
I only own the storyline
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Annabeth Chase adored the ocean.
The boisterous chant of the waves which crashing against the shoreline was sparking a slight delirium inside her well-being as she dug her toes between the sand, burying them beneath the grain of the substance to seek more comfort. This soothing feelings was much alike when he said that they would stayed together; never getting away from him. It was enough as an assurance to her before they were engulfed by the darkness, together all alone in the depth of Tartarus.
Nonetheless, along with the pull of current, she started to wade through the crystal-clear liquid. With the seashells that lined the shore before her, tattered and torn long before they landed before her. Despite its deformed form, their own aesthetics occurred to add the grandeur of the beach, creating a resemblance of the ebony-maned lad whose mien was often seen with scar and bruise; though never decrease the quality of attractiveness that was carved upon each inches of his chiseled, firm features.
Perhaps, this adoration existed because every time she saw the waves left the shore, they always came back; just like he did after all this time, returning to her again despite their countless departures. Annabeth saw him in the ocean tides, rising and falling with each word. Either his sincere smile or goofy grin managed to create a swirling whirlpool inside her stomach. All of the overflowed feelings crashed against her with all the force it allowed—and in the same time they laid bare to him completely whenever his gaze was set on her solemnly or when their fingers intertwined which similar to tangled vines that snaking each other.
At the time when Annabeth looked into his breathtaking orbs, she saw the ocean itself rather than the said personification—vast, wide, and full of mystery. The mesmerizing shades of aquamarine and viridian called out to her and sent her into a trance, whilst hazy thoughts of him started to cloud her mind like a plague. Possibilities of future ahead in the New Rome resurfaced from beneath, as the thousand pictures of the false fantasy of her and him were bittersweet to be projected.
Yet, they still clasped and pulled her under the abyssal until she was unable to escaped, immersing her elfin physique inside of him; it felt like her lungs were filled with the overflowed, indescribable emotions. For each time she took a glance at his gorgeous optics, Annabeth was caught in a riptide, incapable of diverting her grey tinted irises away from his ones.
For every time they kissed, she could not forget the lingering feel of his soft, salty lips. It somehow became an addiction to her, a personal drug. Not to mention his voice also; the baritone-sounded voice that was silky enthralled her, like a gentle breeze of the sea that caressed her pulchritudinous façade.
Overall, Annabeth Chase was obviously sure that she truly adored the ocean, because she saw it within the very being of Percy Jackson.
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