AN: Behold, pre-SoN that should've been written a year or two ago. Dedicated to ExceedinglyPeculiarChick because I can.
everything's happening
so quick
so fast
you can barely keep up
::
slash strike stab
::
your enemy is getting the ^upper^ hand
but you've been doing this for so l-o-n-g
[nine years]
it's not even second instinct
it's first
::
slash don't trip strike stab
::
you (circle) each other like
two wild animals
-waiting-
for the other to attack first
::
so you leap
knife ready to pierce his flesh
and he has the nerve to block
::
they're staring at you
[you know they are]
heated gazes digging into your back
waiting for you to mess up
::
you've stayed /alive/ for so long
surely you would've c.r.a.c.k.e.d by now
but you won't because you are Annabeth
and you can't because you are calm&cool&collected&Annabeth
::
slash strike spin stab
::
the battle rages on
blonde hair whipping around your face
sweat dripping |down| your brow
will he finally be the one to take you down?
[blue eyes wonder the same]
::
slash block strike stab
::
people are yelling
people are screaming
they all expect you to win
little miss i-saved-olympus
but what can you do?
all you have is a cursed blade
and a stupid hat that doesn't even work
[don't forget about your m.i.a boyfriend who probably doesn't even remember who you are]
::
slash strike wow that was close stab
::
stupid thoughts
they're /distracting\ you
he's distracting you
someone who's not even here
::
slash you better win strike stab
::
you hate to admit it but you're l.o.s.i.n.g
you know you are
he's pressing in closer and closer and you're letting him
you're letting him in
he sees the quiet storm brewing in your eyes
his mouth opens as if to ask
hey are you okay?
[you sure as Hades know you aren't]
so you grunt and push back
::
slash strike roll stab
::
his steps are /m/e\s/s\y/ and his sword paints a wobbly arc
you are clean and |precise|
and that is how it is supposed to be
you smirk and take a daring step /forward/
catching him off guard
[you forget all about black-hair-seagreen-eyes]
[and welcome blonde-locks-skyblue-orbs]
::
slash strike you already know how this is going to turn out stab
::
he's on the ground and your foot's on his chest
he coughs and you smirk
a daughter of athena always wins
he chokes out a "nice match" as he grabs your hand
you brush yourself off as if to say
what? that was nothing
but there was something
[you know there was]
::
somewhere in california, a certain son of poseidon wakes up
AN: There we have it, my very first freeverse thanks to the help of the extremely lovely Empty Thoughts. Remember, this is a companion fic with "even if the house has fallen down".
You don't necessarily have to read it... actually you should because a) it's a companion fic and b) it's by Empty Thoughts and anything she writes is amazing.
So go on my little llamas. Review because first ever freeverse and read the other fic.
even if the house has fallen down and we still stand strong.
~Taffeh
PS: Did I unknowingly make this a bit jasonxannabeth? Wow.
