(And The World Turned)
[PercyxAnnabeth]
1.—Only Hope
He's lying beside her, stupid grin, jewel encrusted eyes flashing with joy, his hands tucked beneath his pillow and she just turns over waiting for his arms to curl around her rather than they just stare at each other.
2.—Gravity
A fragile heart, despite her common misconception of being strong, was turning over in her chest like a bird trapped in its cage as she's standing between them, one with a sword aimed at her and another with a sky-straddled back, sinking to the ground.
3.—Call Me When You're Sober
No. She was sick of this confusion, this tearing in her chest. He would have his chance at conversation once he sobered up—once he remembered himself before the lies and betrayal and pain.
4.—Mad World
In a collision of confusion and cries, snarls, sneers, empty faces, expressionless, he finds himself amidst it all. His sword lowers to his side in a quiet contemplation, people moving in circles around themselves, fighting endlessly with anguish and pain, and he finds this kind of funny, a bitter sadness, because these deaths are what his kind lives for. This is a mad world.
5.—Through Glass
It's freezing outside, the first layer of snow coating the ground in a thick, white blanket, and he's only held at the mercy of his old jeans and camp shirt, resting on the iced metal of their fire escape. She's shuffling through his room, waiting for her boy to return to her arms, her son from another world, hair falling in her face with tears cupping her pale cheeks, and he feels like an eternity lives, beats, breathes in his heart.
6.—Iris
He's watching her in the swirl of maidens and gossipers all gathered at a breath-taking, memory-making moment of a girls night out, and she's laughing and shoving along with the rest, and he wants to swoop in, cradle her in his arms, kiss her. But he can't—he can't because she doesn't belong to him anymore. She has him now, inky hair and spiraling green eyes, lurking somewhere.
7.—The Diary of Jane
Someone was taking his place now. He was the vacant fissure in her mind, haunted with the lies he told her, dreams he sold her. But he swore to himself that one day, someday soon he would find his place in the bank of her memory, in her private diary of secrets she's kept.
8.—Beatiful Disaster
With curls in her eyes, perfectly sun-kissed as her skin, and disarming grey eyes; with a rambled amount of useless knowledge on the Leaning Tower of Pisa and architecture and the Parthenon, he can't help but think: she's a beautiful disaster.
9.—Love the Way You Lie (Part II)
He stood there, full of his lies he had said, mind gone now, watching her falling to her knees, sinking, dying, crying her curses about pain, glaring. "Percy can't—he won't come." And she grinned.
10.—A Thousand Miles
It wasn't the actual walk that had made her feel a tightening in her chest, a pounding in her gut, a straining on her throat. It was that he had come—he had walked over a thousand miles to find her, to save her, to hold her while she cried over her father's death bed.
11.—Near To You
It was inspired by the boy with gold hair, blue eyes, a long scar running down his bitter, beautiful face that she fell in love with the inky raven hair, green eyes, goofy grin. Despite her blue eyes having left her, cold and alone, and her finding it hard to move on from him, she found herself healing, becoming better near the green riptides.
12.—Love, Save the Empty
It was looking at him across the flames and stars, small smile still lingering on her lips that she knew his love had saved her—from the empty in the pit of her stomach when everyone had abandoned her, from the fear of nothing being permanent.
13.—Far Away
I loved you. But there's something empty behind all of this that's hidden behind his eyes. He's finally, really gone. And she gives Percy that look to trust him because he wants to let go as much as she wishes he hadn't. So far away for far too long.
(So keep breathing, 'cause I'm not leaving you anymore)
14.—Make You Feel My Love
Sirens singing
Hearts ringing
No one but him
And she holds until she's sure he feels her heart.
15.—The Way I Am
She'll push him away, she'll snap at him, make him feel lower, condescending. She'll beat on him, use his secrets against him, hold every word he's ever said for future reference. She'll kiss him softly, tell him she's sorry (only if it seems she's gone too far), trace his one weakness gently with a coy smile. And he still takes her, just the way she is.
16.—Is There Anybody Out There
It was the first time she felt truly alone. All of those other moments where she would complain in her head and heart—they were nothing compared to this. Because now she was the one fighting on her own, waiting and praying and just wishing she could rip his head off for watching so easily and then leaving. She's alone… where was Percy? Is there anybody out there? Breath, a white fog. Would you hear me if I screamed out loud?
17.—Remembering Sunday
(rating applies)
It was a night. Where she grinned devilishly; where she led him upstairs. Where she toyed with his emotions—and lust was involved. Where she kissed him, nibbled his ear lobe, ran her fingers up and down his bare back. Where she left him dying to get inside. Where she fled with him holding wistful, longing thoughts.
And when he goes to her neighbors' house days upon days later asking, begging, pleading if they had seen this girl they would shake their heads. He'd explain. He was going to marry her one day, he swore it. And they'd tell him—she had moved, picked up and left. And he'd curse, thank them, flee.
Then he was home. Remembering Sunday.
18.—Sparks
Rain. Clouds. Kisses. Tracing fingers. Pecks. Giggles. Grins. Whispers of sweet nothings. Love.
Oh, and sparks.
19.—Lullaby
She sings it to him while his head rests on her denim, soft and off-key, at times when he feels like he needs to cry himself to sleep—the day his mother died, the time Paul asked for a divorce from his crazy, demigod life, the day Mrs. O'Leary had… he shuddered to think of it. She strokes his temple, runs her fingers through his hair, and sings the lullaby with no words.
20.—Your Call
(rating applies)
He'll sit and wait. It's all on her shoulders, the when and why. The where (she made it clear was a huge deal, which he didn't get) and what. When she was prepared. Why she loved him. Where she felt the moment was right. What she would say. It was her call.
[PercyxAnnabeth]
(You Had Me At Hello)
A/N: Mkay, not great but it's just a minor project for me to distract myself with.
Send a list of songs—50 and under— and pairing if you want to and I'll give it a try. They'll be better than this, I can promise.
I don't own PJO.