Annabeth was still amazed at the college options in New Rome. Sure, it took her what seemed like forever to get acclimated to a stress-free lifestyle. Seriously, she was still half-expecting for a dracenae or hellhound to appear out of nowhere. But honestly, she loved it. She was still working on her architectural plans-despite Olympus being out of the picture at the moment.
The class was nowhere near as intriguing as Daedalus' notes, but the professor was able to keep her interested in the class. (Plus having the official architect of Olympus was a bonus-not that the great-grand-something-son of Apollo would admit it.)
Percy seemed to fit in better than her, she had realized with a hint of jealousy. True, he wasn't a child of divine thoughts (apparently the Romans took offense to her origins or something) and he had spent a while in the camp. But he always managed to be there when people needed him. And he was always there for Annabeth.
It had been five years since their fight with Gaea. Gods, how the time had flown. She was one year from completing the highest possible architecture degree she could get. In fact, she'd been on a few projects that helped to expand New Rome.
Over the past five years, they'd gotten into their fair share of fights, but they always were able to keep their relationship working more smoothly than most.
The blonde-haired daughter of Athena glanced up from her tablet/laptop. She rubbed her eyes, readjusting to the non-digital world.
"Hey, Seaweed Brain?" she called out as she noticed her boyfriend sitting at the other side of their apartment's kitchenette. Well, maybe sitting wasn't the right word; Percy had fallen asleep with his head against his marine biology textbook.
The son of Poseidon shifted in his sleep, his breath causing Greek-covered pages to flutter slightly. Thankfully, Annabeth realized, whatever dream he was having wasn't a nightmare like usual. Although they'd spent half a decade in peace, they would still occasionally be plagued by nightmares of the final fight with Gaea.
"Percyyy," Annabeth whispered in a sing-song voice, standing up and walking over to him. She reached out to shake his shoulder. "Wake up, Percy..."
His sea-green eyes opened (seriously, how did he get such pretty eyes?) and he stared at her blearily.
"Did you know? You look like a princess," he commented-apparently the haze of sleep was still strong. He stretched, peeling his face up from the textbook.
She smiled at that-Percy only used that as a nickname when he was tired. The smile on her face quickly morphed into a smirk when she noticed the lines of highlighter and scribbles of pen that had smudged onto his face.
"Did you know?" she replied as she leaned over to wipe the marks from his cheek, "You still drool when you sleep."
A/N- Here's some fluff. This took me like... ten minutes to write... (I don't own it by the way.)
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-Cler :)