Life, Death, and Seaweed: Annabeth's POV
The tension never ceased to grow between us as each of our realizations followed each other back-to-back. The big picture, it was all coming to me.
Boom! A clatter. A rumble, and bang. With three simple sounds, the world around me seemed to be snapped into perspective. The young fish-like canine monsters known as telekines came into the room. They seemed confused, but never the less dangerous, ravenous beast. "Get out!" Percy commanded. Of course, I had my mother's stubbornness. I wasn't going down that easy, and I most definitely wasn't taking orders from one whose head was full of kelp.
I immediately fired back. "No! I'm not leaving you!" At that moment, I realized I hadn't fired an insult at him. I shot signal of care. What was I saying? A strange exhilaration, and a heat –that had nothing to do with the hot lava-washed over my face.
"I've got a plan. I'll distract them. Use the metal spider It'll lead you back to Hephaestus. Tell him what's going on here." And Percy was right. I should. It was the right thing to do, but it felt completely wrong in every way.
"But you'll be killed!" I snapped at him, and I'm sure my guarded feelings of love and care weren't on my face. Maybe an expression of absolute terror, deluded with frustration! Why was Percy so freaking stubborn?
"I'll be fine. Besides, we have no choice." He said, exasperated. He said almost each word as if it were it own statement, his breath unsteady.
I inhaled through my nose like a bull about to charge. Then, I did something that even surprised myself. I kissed him, and them was a big mixture of love, hate, passion, and tonguedelved into it.
I smirked. "Be careful, Seaweed brain." I said smugly as I disappeared into nothing.
And knowing Percy, he probably stood their remembering what his name was, but then again the thing about life and death experiences is that it snaps everything into perspective.
My life, and death: I'm in love with Percy Jackson.