A/N: so first attempt at a percabeth. (yeah it's super short) It's sort of canon but I took some liberties with it to write this. Oh and please review thank you very much, so I know what's good or what's terrible about my writing hehe (and someone pls teach me how to reply to my reviewers? Is there some secret button for that I don't know about? - blue cookies for my teacher!)
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or any of its characters (except I would love to).
When green met gray for the first time, it was fleeting.
For him, gray was his salvation. In her arms, he felt safe. Secure. He was drawn to her eyes – a steely grey, perhaps intimidating to some, but the swirling tempests full of fire and fight called to him like bees to honey. Those eyes promised passion, promised resistance, promised pain – strangely enough, he was absolutely fine with that, but most of all, promised hope. He knew there and then that he could trust her. And so he did, letting the fight flow out of him and collapsing against the gray-eyed girl like she was his only lifeline in the turbulent seas.
She was his lifeline, and it was to be for years to come.
For her, it was the most mesmerizing shade of green she has ever seen. Greener than the emeralds Athena wore, glossier than the blade of her favorite knife. Shimmering like the seas on a bright summer day, yet holding so much sorrow and pain in the glittering depths of green. She wanted to know this boy, wanted to hold him in her arms forever and erase the pain in his eyes, fill those depths with happiness and joy. She felt the green-eyed boy relaxing in her hold, eyelids fluttering close.
He'd be safe, she would make sure of it.
When green met gray for the last time, it was forever.
He caught her in his arms, oddly reminiscent of the first time they met. Stormy orbs gazed into his own hesitantly as though she couldn't believe she faced her biggest fear – and survived.
"You did it, Annabeth. Arachne's dead, the Parthenos' safe, you're safe."
Green, the color of familiarity, the color of assurance, the color of everything she ever loved. Percy.
She survived. She survived.
She gripped onto Percy for dear life as huge, ugly, heaving sobs tore out of her. As she lifted up her face, hesitance and fear in her steely grays were replaced by relief and love. Love for the green-eyed man holding her securely in his arms. Love imbued her eyes to resemble lighthouses in the middle of the ocean, stars in the sky, become warm twinkly gray orbs that Percy's entire existence lived for.
Annabeth watched the green hues of the man she loved change. His eyes started to shine like emeralds, like the beautiful seas at Montauk, bright with relief, bright with the one emotion they both felt: love.
A yank at Annabeth's ankle saw her sliding across the floor to a chasm in the ground. Love was quickly replaced by panic. Sheer, unbridled panic in both green and gray. Percy grabbed on to her just as she fell feet-first into the chasm.
Gray pleaded to green, "Let me go, Percy. You can't pull me up."
There was only determination reflected in green. "Then we'll go together. You're never getting away from me again, Annabeth. Never again."
Percy let go.
Green bore into gray as they fell down the chasm together, unblinkingly, unflinchingly.
For him, gray was the last color he saw. Green was hers.
But it didn't matter to either of them. There was only the two of them in the world then. No Seven, no gods, no monsters. Just them.
Because when green met gray, nothing else really mattered.