Ok, first PJO fic, just a one shot (maybe), and please no flames. R&R.
I don't own PJO obviously.
Percy fiddled with the ring in his pocket. It was quite beautiful, really. In its own, quiet way. It wasn't silver, like most engagement rings— that was Artimis' color, not Athena's or Posiden's —it was actually grey. A dull, flat, lifeless grey (in other words, perfect) arranged in an uneventful, regular, old circle. Boring only to those who didn't know the meaning.
. . .
Athena, Annabeth's mom, tried to give him this delicates looking, beautiful ring with carefull and clever places of sea green incorporated, specially made by Hephaestus, but he politely refused.
Posiden tried to give him a ring as well after learning of the failure of his top rival. It was beautiful also. Again, delicate and beautiful, but made with a soft ivory that had a faint tint of green with a few grey (not flat and lifeless, but sparkling and lively) pearls placed haphazardly on top.
He almost accepted that one, for he 'liked' it a lot, (who knew his father was such a good salesman?) But at the last moment he backed out. A few days later on a desperate last ditch attempt to find the perfect ring, he, surprisingly, did it.
Walking down the crowded streets of New York, Percy was jumpy and agitated. All day he had been looking in jewelry shops to find a ring for his girlfriend. It was almost as if the Fates wanted him to fail and never propose to his love. That was before he saw the pawnshop. It was purely and solely the Fates that made this happen. He just happened to glance to his right.
. . .
Making a quick and final decision, Percy smoothly snatched the ring from his pocket and draped his arm casually around Annabeth, who was sitting next to him gazing at the ocean.
"Wise Girl."
Annabeth turned her attention from the gently rolling waves to him, Percy quickly took this opportunity to slip the ring on her left hand in such a way that would even impress the Stohls.
"Yeah?"
Percy shrugged his remaining shoulder absentmindedly before replying with a quiet, "Never mind, I got it."
Immediately suspicious, she narrowed her eyes at him. "Oh gods. What did you do now?" Her tone seemed playful, but he knew she was calculating in her mind. Seeing what was different from literally thirty seconds ago. Her eyes lit up, causing Percy to smile, "Why'd you put your arm around me?" She asked 'innocently'.
Face impassive and eyes on the sea an insult— a challenge —rang out in the air. "I thought you were a daughter of Athena?"
Challenge accepted.
Gears started whiting in her mind. She scanned the surroundings, nothing different in the environment, not even people hiding in relatively decent hiding places. They were alone. Percy didn't look any different, and he certantly didn't seem any smarter, so physical anaylisis.
Her hair? A ponytail like always.
Her face? Not scratched and bloody, that's for sure.
Her shoulders? Well, Percy's arm was around her, but that was it.
Her stomach? Wasn't empty, she made sure of that after last time when there had been a comfortable silence and her complaining tummy spoke out.
Her legs, feet, and toes? She wiggled them experimentally and concluded there weren't any broken bones.
Arms and fingers? Fine— except for something restricting on her left hand. A weight that hadn't been there before.
She looked down.
A grin spread across her face. It was about time.
"Percy. . ." She was speechless. Astounded. Flabbergasted. Any other word meaning surprised. She scrutinized the ring. A plain metallic band with a mini-trident, then a mini-owl. She turned the ring over a touch.
As long as we're together.