Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians
They were falling.
Together.
That was all that mattered.
Annabeth wished Percy was a little more intelligent. Being a total seaweed brain was one thing, but falling into Tartarus purposefully took it to a whole new level of idiocy.
Love.
He did it because he loves her. Because he couldn't even imagine life without her. Because she was his everything. Because he couldn't lose her again. Because as long as they were together, nothing else mattered.
Loyalty.
Percy's fatal flaw was loyalty. Faithful to his friends, his family, his Annabeth... to the very end. He would never leave her, but that wasn't possible. There would always be a new problem, but never be another Annabeth. He would always be loyal to her, even if it meant dying for her.
End.
This wasn't the end. Percy and Annabeth both knew it would only get harder. This was only the beginning. The beginning of war, and maybe even the beginning of something a little more permanent.
More.
Annabeth wanted more. It may not of been the end, but it sure felt like it. She wanted more time with Percy, more time to make things right (with the Romans and her mother), and more time to just be herself (she couldn't even remember the last time she designed something!).
Hope.
Percy knew they would be okay. He had Annabeth with him now, and if anyone could make it through Tartarus, it would be her. They would meet Nico at the House of Hades, they would battle giants, they would beat Gaea, and then they could start a life together.
Fear.
This was the worst situation Annabeth had ever been in, and, though she'll never admit it, she was scared. Scared to the point that she doubted that they could actually overcome Gaea's plans. Being a daughter of Athena, she pushed that fear aside with the rational side of her brain, and grasped Percy's had just a little tighter.
Permanent.
Nothing had ever been permanent with them. Percy had been missing for eight months. The thought of settling had never been brought up. Not until they were reunited at the Roman camp. Percy and Annabeth didn't even think it would be possible, but it was now, as they were falling, that something permanent, something more normal was what they wanted.
Trust.
Without trust they would have no chance. Trust was the one thing they could fully give to the other. Each knew the other's strengths and weaknesses, making it that much easier to work as a team. After almost 5 years of fighting side-by-side, they could work as one, protecting each other, making it through Tartarus.
Strength.
They were going to fight their way through Tartarus, of course they needed strength. Physical strength to survive, mental strength to stay focused, and emotional strength to stay calm as the presence of death lurked.
Beautiful.
To Percy, Annabeth had never looked more beautiful. Tears streaked her face, bags lined her eyes, and blood covered various areas of her face, arms, and legs, but she still managed to smile at him, even as a blanket of darkness consumed them.
Fate.
Percy intertwined their fingers and gray eyes locked with green. It was at this moment Annabeth never felt so sure that this was supposed to happen. Arachne was supposed to pull her down, Percy was supposed to let go of the ridge, they were meant to fall together. It was the will of the Fates that Annabeth and Percy had this moment of reassurance. Reassurance before all Hell, literally, broke loose, so they knew that nothing could ever separate them.