Percy and Annabeth parody
The Proposal
Percy:
Percy ran his fingers through his shaggy hair, his mom had given a haircut and it wasn't the best. Then again his hair hadn't been the same since…he shook his head pushing away the thoughts of Tartarus. Percy's once pitch black hair was peppered with gray and white now, which was the least of the problems Percy had brought back with him from Tartarus. Percy sat back in the sand and stared out at the ocean in concentration. Memories swirled in Percy's brain, dark memories of those awful months in the pits of the underworld. Percy shook his head and again and chuckled standing up. He quickly pulled his shirt off and walked to the water. His chest and back were scared, as were his arms. Long lines of inflamed white scar tissue mained his figure, there white color contrasting with the healthy bits of tan flesh. Percy plunged into the sea and let the water roll over him, allowing his body to become wet. He lay on the sea floor watching clouds float by over head, the cool water washing away the dark memories that always threatened to over whelm him. Once the sun was in the middle of the sky he came back to shore perfectly dry and threw his shirt on. He ruffled his hair again and smiled vaguely "Best get ready. Tonight's the night." He whispered excitedly. He dashed up to his cabin and grabbed a note he had written for Annabeth earlier that day. He jogged to her cabin and peered in, her book was in the window seat but she was gone. He slipped in and laid the note on her bed, noting the muffled sounds of a shower running in the bathroom. He paused a sad shadow crossing his face, cold water was the thing that washed the memories away. Slowly and with understanding he left the Athena cabin and went back to his for a warm shower and to get ready.
Annabeth:
Annabeth twirled a strand of her hair absent mindedly as she sat in a windowsill reading. The sun was warm on the thin jacket she wore, she wiped at the slight trickle of sweat running down her cheek. She absentmindedly plucked at her sleeve, wanting desperately to remove the hot sticky fabric from her body. No the thought jarred her out of her book. Of its own violation her hand had reached for the zipper. She sighed, set the book down and moved out of the window seat. She moved across the room to her bunk, pulling the jacket on tighter. No she wouldn't take it off, not right now, right now she was pretending like tartarus didn't happen. Like she and Percy had never traveled through the deepest parts of….She shook her head. No she wouldn't think about that, a shower…..yeah a shower would cool her head. She grabbed a towel and her shower bag and walked quickly to the shower. She didn't bother with hot water, it would only make things worse, she turned the cold water on and smiled as the spray shot forward. She walked o the mirror and pulled back her hair, she lingered a minuet staring at it. The platinum blond was now streaked with white and gray. She touched a strand of stark white hair, her eyes glazing over as the dark of Tartarus returned. She shook her head and shrugged off the jacket. Her arms had circler scars running up them, like some sharp piece of round metal had cut her. As she stepped into the cold spray of water her skin puckered with goose bumps. Like Percy she had dozens of scars on her back, neck, and legs. She quickly scrubbed away all thoughts of Tartarus and the horrors from within the pit. After half an hour under the constant cold stream she stepped back into the main cabin feeling better. She no longer wore the jacket, there was no point her idea of being normal for one day were gone. She looked on her bunk and was surprised to see an envelope with her name written in thick familiar hand writing. She smiled radiantly as she picked it up, she couldn't help but sniff the envelope which had the faintest traces of sea water and sand. She laid down on her bunk and ripped it open with a flurry, a girlish giggle rising up in her throat. She quickly read the letter and gave a slight squeal of delight. Before Tartarus she never would have really done that sort of thing but now she took great pains to do the things she hadn't before. The things she never thought she'd get the chance to do. She jumped out her bed and rushed over to her closet. Pushing everything aside she pulled out a short burnt orange dress with a scoop neck line and quarter arm sleeves. She bounced around the room getting ready for a one year anniversary dinner.
Percy:
Percy brushed his wet hair lightly pushing it out of his eyes. He quickly finished buttoning his shirt and looked in the mirror, he hated his reflection now. He always knew he wasn't the best looking guy, but he had prided himself on his surfer appearance. Now with his hollow cheeks, scarred arms, and slightly duller eyes he gave off an air of unhappiness. He looked older and somehow it didn't make him look nicer. Tartarus had taken a lot from him and Annabeth, it might have even taken their lives if they hadn't had each other to lean on. Now they were home but they were haunted by figures most only saw in theirs deepest nightmares. Faceless beings crying out for his blood in the darkness, monsters so hideous his brain left them faceless out of sheer loss for words. Percy woke most every night from nightmares filled with monsters hidden in shadow that he couldn't stop. He shook his hair, water droplets flying off and hitting the empty bunks near him. He stood and ran his fingers through his now dry hair, making it flip charmingly in the front. He pulled on his dress shoes and grabbed his jacket, reaching in and pulling out a small velvet box. He popped it open with a click and smiled down at the ring sitting nestle inside. He closed the lid with snap and placed the box in his pocket. Tonight's the night. He thought joyously.
Annabeth:
She stood at Thaila's tree waiting patiently. She wore a black sweater over the dress and her hair hung in silky ringlets that cascaded down her shoulders. Then she saw him bobbing up the hill, his once black hair hanging in the same surfery carefree style it always stayed in. He was wearing a well tailored black suit with a light brown shirt, the top button open reviling a single pucker of white skin trailing beneath it. He beamed at her as he got to the top, taking her into his arms and kissing her. Then he held her out and smiled as he looked her up and down. "You look amazing Wise Girl." He whispered smiling at her. A blush crept to her cheeks as she looked him over "You too Seaweed Brain." She said wrapping her arms around him and laying her head on his chest. She felt his arm tighten around her, pouring comfort into her. This is what had saved her in the pit, his arms around her, his scent filling her nose. He pulled away and Annabeth almost whimpered but he smiled and took her hand and lead her down the hill. They climbed into a waiting car and were driven to a beautiful restaurant. High domed ceilings and crystal chandeliers, marbled floors and silk clothed tables. Annabeth looked around in wonder, Percy had never taken her to such a nice place. A coat checker took Percy's jacket and her sweater. A waiter came and escorted them to a table alongside a wide swept dance floor. Annabeth looked at Percy who was watching her with a hint of the old twinkle in his eye. As they had walked in heads had turned their way, two seemingly teenagers with peppered hair wasn't something you saw often. Also both she and Percy and deep scars on their hands, luckily the worst of the scaring was covered. They sat and talked as they waited for their food, sometimes sitting in complete silence; something a lot of people would find uncomfortable but they found easy. In the silence they would reach for each other's hand, as they so often had in Tartarus, and that small jesters spoke louder than any words. As the night began to end Percy ordered a desert and asked Annabeth for a dance. He was surprisingly good as he lead her across the dance floor. They quietly ate their desert, Annabeth not noticing Percy watching her. Finally it was time to leave but Percy grabbed her hand to make her stop, she turned back to him in surprise. He was looking at her nervously and then ran a hand through his shaggy hair with a nervous grin. "Annabeth I want to ask you something, it's kind of important. You know I love you, and that I can't be without you. After everything with the Romans I don't want to be without you again." Slowly he got down on one knee. Annabeth drew both her hands up and covered her mouth as she gasped. Percy pulled out a velvet box and opened it to show her a silver band with two diamonds set in the eye sockets of a silver owl face. "Annabeth will you…..I mean I'd love it if…."She threw herself onto him, her arms going around his neck as he fell to a sitting position on the floor. She pulled back and looked at him playfully. "About time Seaweed Brain." She said kissing him and slipping the ring on her finger. Percy laughed and then stood and helped her up. "Well Wise Girl you know me, I'm always a little late." He said giving her a winning smile. She stood on tippy toes and kissed him deeply, her arms going around his neck once more. His arms circled her waist and lifted her off her feet slightly. That night back in her bunk with everyone asleep when she got there she looked at the ring in the moonlight. A wistful smile played across her face as she whispered "Annabeth Jackson." The next day was filled with excitement as word spread of their engagement, by nightfall it was all anyone could speak of. That night at dinner Chiron stomped his hoof before anyone could leave. "I think we would all like the congratulate Percy and Annabeth on their future union. We applaud your many achievements and pray to the gods you will live happy long lives." Percy had moved to stand beside Annabeth and put his arm around her. "Thanks everyone." And with that the pavilion empty slowly. Annabeth turned to Percy and wrapped her arms around him, he did the same. "How about once the summer starts? Everyone will be here." He whispered to her. Annabeth nodded burring her face in his chest with a sigh. "As long as I'm marring you Percy I couldn't care when it is." She whispered. Together they stood still in the moonlight over head, alone in their own bubble of joy the terrors of their past held back by the hope of the future.