percy doesn't know why he's in love with her
he just knows that he is.
enjoy! c:
maybe it's the messy calligraphy of her handwriting
scrawled on the countless memos
that litter her desk
the organised clutter
and infinitely jumbled mess of order
that's so undeniably her
the ink stains on her wrist
teacups stacked
on the kitchen counter
with leaves still adrift
the shadows that her lashes cast
over the soft panes of her cheekbones
soft black smudges
under the stormy grey of her eyes
or the one strand of golden hair
that refuses to stay
tucked behind her ear
and he smiles as he notes
that every inch of her body
has every ounce of fight
as does her heart.
je ne sais quoi
(literally french for 'i don't know what')
'an indescribable charm or intangible quality that makes something attractive.'
decided to do some cute, fluffy little percabeth, as i haven't written one in a while. (-:
will do annabeth's version of this if i get enough requests. anyways, thanks for reading, and please rate/review!
- chloe -