just some percabeth fluff-iness. ENJOY!
"Hey, Annabeth, come here!" Percy called. He was standing by a crystal fountain on Olympus. "It's for you!"
I ran over to him. "What's so important? I was talking to Athena."
"Look at this." He stared at the water and flicked his hand around a few times. The water rose up and formed the shape of an owl, and it was even flying.
"Oh my god, Percy," I gasped. "It's… beautiful. Thank you."
He smiled and took my hand in his. "I knew you'd like it."
We sat the edge of Olympus, on the clouds, looking out over Manhattan. I could see the ocean stretching out from the island, Percy's domain. It felt like we were the guardians of Manhattan.
I rested my head on his shoulder. "Thank you for bring me up here."
"You're welcome." He moved his head to look at me, which gently pushed mine off his shoulder.
"What?" I asked. He was staring at me with this weird look on his face.
"Your eyes are really pretty."
"They're grey. There's nothing special about them."
He brushed a strand of hair out of my face. "They're still really pretty." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine for a moment. "And there's nothing you can do about it."
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