A/N: First fanfic, so go easy on me okay. Written in a spark of (not so good) inspiration. I hope it isn't that bad. Any reviews welcome. P.s. I haven't figured out how to do line breaks yet...so bear with me for a while and ignore those random full stops. Thanks!
Disclaimer: Anything that is originally from Rick Riordan is not mine.
I hate him.
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I hate how his hair sticks up all over the place in tufts that defy the existence of gravity.
I love how he never, ever hides that one grey lock we share, even though I tell him he looks like an old man every time I see it.
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I hate that cheeky little smile he gives me whenever I'm wrong—after all it doesn't make him right.
And yet I love his grin, his laugh, all things that make my heart beat just a little faster. Not that I'd ever admit it to him.
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I hate his eyes, those eyes that draw me out from under all the walls I've built to keep myself safe—every architect's nightmare.
But it's those very eyes I love, those windows to the sea that I see in my dreams.
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I hate him for being the son of Poseidon, the mortal enemy of Athena.
And I hate myself for ever thinking that we are the star-crossed lovers everyone sees in children stories with happy endings.
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I love him, that seaweed brain.
Which is why I kiss him.
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And when I hear the screaming and feel the rumble of the ground below me, I hate him all over again, for being right, even in death.
Love is permanent, and I will never stop loving him.