Meant To Be

by baobabs

A little drabble/oneshot about why Percy and Annabeth are perfect for each other I wrote when I was on a roll. *Read at own risk. Author is not responsible for pernament eye-twitching, trauma, concussion by headdesking etc.*

A/N: My first romance-ish fic/drabble/whatever.

He is her saint, if saints turn monsters into dust and get kicked out of schools most of the time. She is Andromeda, and he Perseus. The most valuable gem in the world, the most precious moment in a sea of memories. He is the one who kept her going, after stabbing beasts with a her dagger, facing her somewhat hard-to-please goddess-of-wisdom mother, and the worst thing of all-ignorant teachers.

She is his angel, if angels run around fighting monsters and acing every single test. He is Perseus, and she Andromeda. The brightest star in the sky, the most beautiful pearl in a sea of oysters. She is the one that kept him going, after facing creatures that wanted to kill him, angry gods that could (and in some cases wanted to) vaporize him where he stood, and the worst thing of all-high school.

He is the sun in its fieriness, its never-ending brightness, its generosity, unselfishness and loyalty in shedding light upon the life of others. She is the moon in its coolness, its logicalness, its tactfulness, silver shine and gentle glow. He gives her radiance, reflected upon her delicate surface. She gives him relief, relieving him from the long hours of watching over the world, repairing blunders and mistakes. They cannot exist without each other, and that is why they are meant to be. Forever bound.