They dance under one sky, the laughing girl with blonde curls and the green-eyed, smiling boy.
Nothing else matters but that they are together, safe and sound at last.
The girl twirls gracefully and the boy receives her with practiced ease. Couples of demigods around them steal looks, envious, but they don't seem to notice.
One, two, three, along the beat of the music; gods and goddesses are now stopping slowly, awed by the young couple.
The Olympian, open-aired pavilion is enormous, with torches incrusted in columns that give off the softest of the amber lights, joining the Muses' music to create a scene of mystery and joy.
Because finally, finally, the war has ended.
The music quickens, and the Muses exchange looks as the couple's steps adjust to the rhythm, almost unconsciously. One of his hands is resting on the soft, navy blue fabric of her dress, the other has its fingers entwined with hers.
They move swiftly around the room amidst the awed crowd of gods and demigods. He thinks he had never seen her eyes so brightly lit before, presenting a challenge to the stars themselves.
A soft breeze blows, caressing the lover's faces and making the torches' low lights shimmer, some even being extinguished completely without more than a half-hearted smoke of feeble protest.
Some may not have noticed, others probably had, the gleaming ring on her finger that, for them, meant the promise of the beginning of forever.
They slow to a stop at the same time as the song nears an end, now giving place to a low lullaby. They are both panting, gasping for breath, their pulses overdrive, but not because of the dance.
Her eyes sweep over to the ring, the silver engraving of Together making a smile spread slowly across her lips.
He notices this as he, too, smiles. She runs her hands slowly across his chest and around his neck in a silent request.
His hands make its way to her waist as he presses her closer and lowers his lips to hers as he kisses her.
And when they pull away he whispers, "I love you, Annabeth."
His breath catches as she runs a hand through his hair and her fingers slowly trace the contour of his lips. "I love you, too, Percy."