I come from a relatively small fandom where no one flamed. At all. I think it was kinda unhuman. But anyways, remember what every mom says,"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."
This is supposed to be set between TLH and SoN.
Let me know what you think! (CC is always welcome) Tell me if you loved it, hated it, or loathed it.
She thinks she sees him, just for a moment. She thought she saw those sea green eyes locking with hers, and for a moment she thought she saw a smile play on his lips as he stood on the golden-sanded beach, bright blue waves crashing around him.
She sees him everywhere. At the dining pavilion, sitting at the Poseidon table. Which now stands empty. She wonders if, as she looks at the empty table, she should feel sadness. But all she feels is determination.
Determination to get the Argo II finshed, determination to see his smile again. To feel the pressure of his lips on hers. To let herself be wrapped in his arms, warmth radiating off his body.
She hates her. Rage burns through her whenever she thinks Hera's name. She will never take back what she said about the goddess. She took Percy. Hera had taken half of everything from Annabeth when she swapped Percy for Jason. All Hera cared about was her freaking perfect family. Well, here's a newsflash. Families aren't perfect. Humans aren't perfect. Not even the gods are perfect. Maybe there is no such thing as perfect. Maybe there are flaws in everything.
After she thinks she sees him walking around the cabins, fear ripples through her. She suddenly doubts that he'll even remember her. Maybe when his eyes meet hers once again, they will say something like I should know her.
Hera probably controls his memories, as she had Jason's. If that was so, then maybe Hera will never let him remember her. Chills take over her body and the blood feels icy in her veins as this thought occurs to her. If Hera ever truly wanted to get back at me for insulting her, that would be the way to do it. She thinks, and this makes her feel sick to her stomach because she knows this is possible.
She tries to escape nightmares by making blueprints. Planning out the Argo II, making sure the weight is even on both sides and the sails would be sure to work. She does everything she can to distract herself from thoughts of Percy, from the horrors of sleep as it beckons to her, wanting to pull her away to the realm of terror.
The nightmares of her being unable to save Percy. The look in his beautiful green eyes as they fill with unspeakable pain as she watches him slowly die in numerous ways, and somehow she knows that it is all her fault. On nights like these she wakes up in a cold sweat and tries not to scream Percy's name when she is halfway between being asleep and being awake.
She knows with every heartbeat, and every breath she takes that she is closer to seeing Percy again. And that with every heartbeat closer to seeing him, she wonders if he'll even remember her at all.
In the woods she thinks she sees him leaning against a tree. His gorgeous green eyes staring into hers, filled with joy. It seems that there is no escape from him. It is not the visions themselves that bug her, it is the fact that they aren't real. The fact that he is just out of her reach.
Maybe it will be this way forever. Maybe if for some reason, she got sent to the Fields of Punishment, this would be her eternal tourture. Seeing Percy everywhere but knowing he is just out of her reach.
Maybe she will think she sees him just for a moment. She will think she saw those sea green eyes locking with hers, and for a moment she will think she saw a smile playing on his lips, as he stands on a black-sanded beach, blood red waves crashing around him.