Hello guys! Here's a short snippet on Percabeth fluff. Hope you like it, please enjoy!
Storm
So there was a fascinating thing about storms, Percy thought.
The way the world seems to roar and shake when they come. The way they are imminent, relentless.
Percy thought they were kind of beautiful. He liked the way they were such a sheer manisfestation of power and strength. Something almost uncontrollable by the gods themselves.
He sometimes feared to even think about it. But still, there was something fascinating about storms.
The way they are deep, and gray. He'd grown fond of the way the air shook everything around him and almost blew him away. Of the sound of rain enveloping everything. If he gazed intently, among the chaos, he could discover that there, deep inside the storm, he would always come to find peace. And then the silence that came afterwards would be one capable of mending all his fears.
As he sat beside her, oceanfront, he looked into Annabeth's eyes. Her beautiful, deep, gray stormy eyes.
Yes, Percy thought.
There was something fascinating about storms.
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