Percy
"I was born with a soul that is way too innocent for this cold and ugly world, I have always felt things deeply and differently than most people. That has always been my blessing and my curse"
Percy thought he'd be lucky enough to have an easy day.
But after the way his cousins had woken him up that morning, he should have known better.
Now, Percy sat in a tree in the Cordial Demesne, eyes set on the glittering patch of sunlight that glowed in the center of the field. In order for a Demon to travel to the Mortal World, they had to find one of those patches of sunlight, and being a land full of darkness and eternal chaos, it was hard to find even slivers of it.
Yet here in the Demesne, that one patch of light was always there, glowing all day and all night, there for Percy's access any time.
And the more he stared at the calm light, the more his mind wandered to thoughts of a certain blonde-haired Angel.
It was incredible, how one person could remain in your mind through minutes, hours- days, even.
And that's exactly what was happening to him.
Every little thing triggered thoughts of Annabeth. She invaded his mind like a fly that would not go away, the sight of her filling his mind at every waking moment, at every fleeting second he closed his eyes- she was there.
And a part of him wasn't sure how to feel about it. Maybe this was normal, he kept telling himself. Maybe meeting an Angel was just too much for him to process, hence the ever-present thoughts.
Yet another part of him knew that wasn't it. There was something more to it. Something bigger.
But he didn't know what it really was.
It was driving him insane. It had only been two meetings, but why was he feeling like they'd been seeing each other for much longer? Why did he feel such a sense of rightness to it all?
But then the image of her blazing white wings came to mind and he reminded himself that none of that was right.
An Angel and a Demon. Talking to each other.
How ridiculous he knew that sounded. If any Demon heard about it, they'd laugh in his face and burn his wings off until the rest of him charred away as well.
So that's why he was deciding to keep it to himself.
He couldnt tell anyone. Not without looking even more insane than he already was. Thalia, Bianca, Nico- he couldn't tell any of them.
Especially not his mother.
Not only would she be extremely shocked by it, but it would be another thing to add on to the list of things she would have to worry about that involved him.
And as much as he didn't want to think it, she was still a Demon, he knew. Nothing would change that. Nothing could change that.
It was crazy to think about it, about having all the Demons in the Infernal Province turn into kind, gentle beings in a blink of an eye.
He wished that were the case.
Percy shook his head and leaned against the trunk of the tree, shifting his gaze away from the light to the leaves dangling above his head, vibrant and healthy.
He marveled the sight of it all, how such bright and beautiful things could grow and develop in a place as dark and malevolent as the one they were in, with nothing to stop them.
Except, unlike him, they didn't hide their peaceful nature, letting it shine like twinkling lights.
Percy let out a sigh, tapping his fingers against his kneecap. He wanted to go see her again. He wanted to go talk to her, to get to know every single little detail of hers, to stare at her until he memorized every feature of hers to the very last strip of hair.
What are you doing? A voice in the back of his head said almost savagely. He swallowed hard. Right. He couldn't keep thinking like this. He couldn't keep having the image of her and the pure sound of her voice in his head all the time.
It was making his head spin and stomach churn with a warm feeling he'd never felt before, making him feel like he was floating on the clouds of the Divine Land themselves.
It was incredible.
Everywhere he looked, something reminded him of Annabeth. The gray clouds above the Infernal Province brought her eyes to mind, brilliant and shining with a dangerous light that seemed to be hidden among the dark clouds in her gray otbs. The sight of charred grass that surrounded the fields in the outskirts of Iniquity reminded him of the way her slender, delicate fingers, graceful and innocent, had burned the blades of grass away into ashes.
As much as she tried to hide it with obviously strained smiles and polite sentences where he noticed her voice edged with an unmistakable steel and ice, Percy could see it. He could see all her symptoms of pain and yearning for something more, something that would never in a million years be capable for her.
He understood that.
And he wanted to help her. Wanted to help her so badly. But how could he help another when he couldn't even help himself?
He'd always felt and thought differently than other Demons, thinking that their cold and terror-filled world was nothing beautiful. And at times, he was happy that he was that way, blessed with the opportunity to not be blinded by the darkness that surrounded them all.
But also, he wished he would think like them to save him from all his suffering.
And besides, he didn't know a thing about her, except that she was an intelligent, beautiful Angel with thoughts and a soul like no other- a soul that seemed to make his heart thump against his chest the moment he lays eyes on her, watching and understanding her with a force that makes his head spin and pulse race.
It was the strangest thing. As much as Percy thinks he understands her, nothing in him is able to understand what all of this means.
Percy shook his head, exhaling slowly. "This is all a mess," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. He felt more hopelesd than ever now, being unable to comprehend all of this and his emotions and why he was like this.
But what he did know, was that he had to see her again.
After spending what he knew was a longer time than he should be in the Cordial Demesne, Percy became anxious, hastily climbing down the tree and flying back towards Iniquity, not wanting to make his mother wonder just where he was. Surely she would get mad at him for spending so much time in the Demesne, but he couldn't help it. It was the only place he could ever go to to get away from all the havoc that surrounded him back home.
It had turned out his cousins had broken a vase Sally had placed on a table in the middle of the living room after both Bianca and Thalia had grabbed Nico and flung him across the room for insulting them, knocking him into the vase.
After that, Sally had simply sighed and rubbed her temples before kicking them out.
And they hadn't apologized.
Percy found it so sad, how for whatever trouble Demons caused, they never bothered to say a simple "sorry."
And he was used to it, but as much as he'd learned to tolerate the rude antics, he could not help but feel a great sadness when something like that happened.
And unfortunately, it happened often.
Upon entering the city, Percy dropped to the floor, not bothering to move out of the way for passing Demons. He was in public now. He couldn't be anything but rude and terrifying now.
Putting on the familiar, stone cold mask he had gotten accustomed to, he began to leisurely walk in the direction of his home, wings aching to just fly over there in a flash to get away from all the malice that filled the city-air of Iniquity.
If anything, it was the most dangerous place in all the Infernal Province.
Percy wished he could simply stay inaide his home, away from all the chaos that surrounded the very air he breathed the minute he stepped outside his house.
But he couldn't. Poseidon had told him to venture outside as much as possible, so as to not look like a coward shying away from the rest of the Demons in the land. He needed to keep himself known and feared by the others, Poseidon would tell him, and lurking through the city and keeping his status known by everyone would help with that.
Oh, how he hated it.
But he had no choice. If Demons caught him flying above without looking anyone in the eye with the rage and confidence he was known for, questions would start to go around. Demons hungry for power would confront him and taunt him about it at the very gates of his home, leading to his gaurds have to pick them up and toss them back into the city.
So much trouble for such a small detail.
Nonetheless, Percy sauntered through the streets of Iniquity, making sure to keep his stride steady and radiate a confidence he was not feeling.
He caught Demons glancing at him from the corner of his eye, the look in theit dark orbs ranging from unsuccessfully hidden fear, to a burning anger that saddened him greatly.
Yet some even dared to snarl at him or even openly glare at him, and when they did, Percy was forced to raise an unimpressed eyebrow and flash red eyes at them, keeping a look on his face that said, I dare you.
And he kept on walking. After flashing them that look, the Demons who tested him normally backed off, growling something incoherent under their breaths and walking away. It was only if any of them laid even a finger on him where he was forced to break at least one of their bones.
Because if he didn't, he would never hear the end of it.
How much everything in him yearned to apologize to those Demons he harmed so greatly, so much it hurt, almost as if he had been the wounded one.
And the fact that he could never say the word "sorry" to anyone, the fact that he could never say a single kind word to anyone in public at all constantly chewed at him, the very world he lived in an ever-present reminder, breaking him until he could no longer say anything, do anything, or even sleep. Those reminders were always there. And they always would be.
He had no way out of it.
Suddenly, Percy felt his arm jerk sideways, darkness enveloping his sight.
"What the fuck?" He growled as he was slammed up against the wall of a building, the monster inside him overtaking all his senses.
"Shh..." a voice whispered, hot breath fanning his ear. "Relax."
Relief rushed over him at the familiar voice, body relaxing for a millisecond before he realized just who the familiar voice belonged to.
"Drew," he said gruffly, pushing her away. "What the hell?"
"Aw," she murmured, fingertip gliding up his arm up to his collarbone. "Did the big, bad, Perseus Jackson get scared?"
He sighed in irritation, his insides churning. He didn't want to deal with Drew right now. He didn't want to hurt her once more.
"What the fuck do you want now, Drew?" He snapped, running a hand through his hair. His pulse was pumping through his veins. He needed to get home. He couldn't be acting like such a monster to a girl who simply wanted affection from someone.
He just wished it were from someone who would give it to her with all the love in the world.
Love he did not feel towards her.
She pouted, pressing herself closer to him. "Come on, Percy," she said softly, running her nose up the column of his throat. "You ran off last time and left me all alone. Are you going to do that again now?"
Percy shook his head internally, sympathy running through him. He felt sorry for the poor girl- she just wanted a man to give her the attention she craved. And Percy had been the only one to give her a second time, and from then on, she'd kept coming back to him.
Of course Drew had continued to sleep with others as well, including clueless mortals in the Mortal World, yet when she needed special attention, she always went to Percy.
The first time it had happened, he had been in a broken down building where Thalia, Bianca and Nico had dragged him to watch a fighting match go down.
And of course, Perseus Jackson had been expected to attended.
So there he and his cousins had sat in a special location to get the best view, when throughout the whole thing all he had wanted to do was close his eyes to block out all the images of red eyes and blood spilling out the mouths of snarling Demons.
Yet he had held an amused and jaded look on his face, grinning wolfishly when Demons he had unfortunately fought before glared in his direction.
Then Drew had approached him.
All sensual smiles and dark eyes, she had sidled right up to him and tried to seduce him on going back to her house.
It was the last thing he wanted to do, he didn't want to have to use her as a play toy Percy Jackson was expected to do, but deep in those eyes, he saw how lonely she was, how she craved attention and yearned for someone to spend time with her, in more ways than one.
So his sympathy got the best of hin, and he had caved in, letting Drew drag him out of the building, red eyes watching his figure and burning holes into him up until the door had closed behind him. And Percy had smirked at all the staring Demons, keeping a cool demeanor when inside his whole body was aching with shame and sadness.
Drew kept coming back after that night, finding him on the street and whispering into his ear, and in the undertones of her voice, he heard the desperation in it, the hidden pleads and sorrow.
And once again, the fire of sympathy inside him got the best of him.
Now, he looked down at those dark eyes, glittering with dangerous seduction and lust and rolled his own green orbs.
"Drew, I don't have time for this," he drawled, trying to step around her.
But then he was being slammed to the wall once more, Drew's hands fisted into his shirt, face inches away from his.
"Think I'm letting you go that easily?" Drew purred, fingertip tracing his jawline. "Not a chance."
"You have other play-things to use," Percy murmured, arms wrapping around her waist, insides screaming to push her away and run, run home and lock himself in his room and never come out.
But he couldn't.
"I'd rather use you," Drew whispered, nipping at his collarbone.
"How are you so sure I'm not the one using you?" Percy questioned, grinning dryly.
"I don't mind," Drew said, lip curling upwards as she pushed herself flush against him. "You can feel free to use me whenever you please."
Percy felt his stomach churn uncomfortably, and he swallowed down the bile rising in his throat. He couldn't do this. He couldn't keep doing this. Everything in him was aching to stop leading her on, to stop making the poor girl think he actually wanted her, when all he wished was for someone to treat her right.
It hurt him, having to continue to do this. To have to keep up the act as someone who took what he wanted and had to intimidate and fight anyone who stood in the way of that, to keep a reputation in the Infernal Province as a malicious Demon who would soon be leader of a council that was made to keep everyone in order with a bare of their canines.
Yet nonetheless, he grinned wickedly down at Drew.
"Well then," he murmured, bending to bite her on the neck, eliciting a gasp from the dark-haired Demon. He leaned in close to ear, voice a mere whisper. "Lead the way."
Percy quietly got up from the tangle of covers, pulse pounding in his veins. Quickly, he searched for his clothes and tugged them on hastily, wanting to get out of there as quick as possible.
Trying to keep his breathing quiet and even, he finishing slipping on his clothes and walked over to the door, heart thumping fast in his chest.
Percy began to close the door behind him, looking back into the room, where Drew lay asleep on the bed, covers over her sleeping figure.
He felt a terrible sadness and guilt wash over him. He was so horrible, so awful for doing this to her. Watching her sleeping, face calm and pleasant, without a seductive smile on her face trying to lead someone to her on her lips.
She looked peaceful.
Percy swallowed, exhaustion and sorrow falling down on him like a weight. He closed the door softly behind him and stumbled over to the front door, unfortunately knowing the way there better than anything else.
He burst out the door, head pounding and breath escaping his lungs as he snapped his wings out, spreading them before flying into the air, desperate to leave behind the barely-maintained house Drew lived in on a street where most Succubus and poor Demons resided in.
Percy shook his head closed his eyes for a second, wishing everyone in the Demon World could have the same expression Drew had when she was sleeping on their faces always.
The sky had turned a darker shade of gray as evening settled in, yet the city was as boisterous as ever, with laughs full of malice and dark humor filling the Agares Ether, the sounds of screams and shrieks filling the air.
The moment Percy had left Drew's house, his stomach had started to churn with a warm feeling, a tug pulling at the bottom of it. The sudden urge to go to the Cordial Demesne instead of home flooded through his body, making him unable to even think of going back home.
He pondered the idea of it. His parents never really paid much attention to what he did outside of the house, or gave much care about it at all. Sally would bring questions forth, however, but Poseidon could care less.
Just as the rest of the parents in the Infernal Province.
Percy sighed, making up his decision as his wings changed course automatically, flying away from the city and towards the only patch of green that colored the land he lived in.
He stepped through the forest, pulse rushing through his body like a river, the sound of it pounding in his head.
The warm feeling and tugs in his stomach had gotten more pronounced the second he stepped into the bare-treed forest, anticipation grappling at his body in a vice grip.
Percy had felt the same feelings as now before Annabeth had walked into the Meadow of Reflection, and once she had, the feelings stopped, being replaced by the pounding of his heart at the sight of the Angel.
Evening had taken over the Mortal World as well, the sky slowly beginning to darken as the minutes passed by.
He'd been walking for a while now, and the tugs in his stomach jerked his whole body as well, and the waves of exhaustion that had taken over not so long ago were beginning to fade, leaving him wide-awake.
As much as he wanted to see Annabeth again, a part of him simply wanted to go to the place and spend some time there. It was so peaceful and beautiful there, he now understood why Annabeth had said that she could stare at the Meadow forever and never get tired of it.
It held everything Percy would've imagined in his dreams. Flowers that danced in the wind with petals soft to the touch, water that gleamed under the light of the moon and rippled with tranquil waves, and animals that buzzed and chirped in equally safe and calm tones that left him smiling and feeling a sense of peace he'd never felt before wash over him.
Like the other times before, Percy felt his body suddenly change in direction all on its own, striding towards the familiar patch of trees where the branches crossed and intertwined together, as if planning to never let go of one another.
Heart in his throat, he neared the joined trees and stepped through a gap in them, feeling his body tingle and a soft ripple go through him that left him blinking and dazed.
Percy's vision refocused and he looked across the now familiar field, the sparkles that danced in the air as bright as ever, neon fish swimming in a flurry under the water.
And pacing back and forth across the grass was Annabeth.
Percy felt his breath catch at the sight of her, and as if sensing his presence, she stopped and turned in his direction, making him freeze in place and look across the water at her.
The emotions she was currently feeling were exposed on her face, gray orbs burning with rage and despondency, face flushed and eyes puffy from what be assumed was crying.
Concern and worry suddenly washed over him, mind filling with questions at why she was feeling like that, questions of who might've caused her to feel that way.
Annabeth blinked, and just like that, the emotions in her eyes disappeared, being replaced by a detached sort of happiness that did not suit her and what he had seen at all.
"Hello, Percy," she said, pinching up a smile that Percy saw right through. Why was she doing that? Why was she hiding how she really felt?
Percy swallowed, spreading his wings and gliding across the lake in a smooth stride, watching as her eyes flickered to his black wings for a millisecind before returning to his face. He tried to ignore the pang in his chest at the sight, brushing it off and giving her a genuine, gentle smile.
"Hey, Annabeth," he said, keeping his voice calm and nodding slightly at her. "Are you all right?"
Her eyes flashed for a second, and she brought up her hands to rub at her face, nodding. She gave him another one of those tight-lipped smiles. "I'm perfectly fine." She cocked an eyebrow at him, stormy gray orbs studying him carefully, and under her gaze, Percy felt completely exposed. It was unnerving and made him resist the urge to squirm, yet another part of him was begging to let her see him. All of him. "And are you all right, Percy?"
He swallowed, trying to keep his breathing even. "I'm quite all right."
She hummed, and Percy watched as she slowly sat down in the grass, instantly turning it black underneath her. She seemed to like it, however, looking down at the once green grass and giving a genuine smile that made the blood pound in Percy's head.
"How has your day been, Percy?" Annabeth suddenly asked, patting a spot near her on the grass, gesturing him to sit.
Percy blew out a breath, contemplating on whether to lie or say the truth, but looking at those gray eyes, finding the raw pain hidden deep inside him, he relented. "I've... I've had better," he admitted, wincing at the memories of the time spent with Drew as he sat down on the patch of black grass.
His eyes widened once he noticed that once he touched the darkened plant, it slowly came back to being a vibrant green, soft blades rustling from the warm breeze.
Percy looked up to see Annabeth watching the transformation as well with parted lips, cloudy gray eyes as calculative as ever.
She looked up at him, gazing right into his own eyes, and Percy couldn't help but feel once more that she was looking right through him, studying all his secrets and thoughts and feelings.
"Why do you say that?" She inquired, and it took him a moment to break from the trance her eyes seemed to hold him in and realize she wad addressing his previous answer.
Percy shook his head, throat dry. He swallowed thickly. "It's all I can say," he replied, voice suddenly hoarse. "No other way to describe any of my days, I'm afraid."
Annabeth stared at him for a second, gray orbs blank, and Percy desperately searched to find what she was feeling, what she was thinking.
There was so much she was hiding, he knew. There was so much different about her than what he normally expected Angels to be, so different than how most Demons described the divine beings.
Percy wanted to find out everything about her so much it hurt.
"I understand," she whispered, jolting him out of his reverie. Her eyes swam with a haunted look, almost a faraway look. "I... I know perfectly of what you mean."
Percy gazed at her, questions about her running through his mind like a torrent of water that would not stop. But as much as those questions came, he knew that if he tried to voice them, it would make no sense.
"I'm just beginning to realize that there is so much about you that I do not know about," Percy said instead, voice quiet and pulse pumping with every breath he took.
"I can say the same thing," Annabeth replied, cool voice steady and smooth, but beneath it, Percy her heard the restrain in it, an aching urge to say more, to say it louder.
"Well," Percy said, glancing at her, watching her reaction carefully. "Would you be all right with me wanting to get to know you a bit more?"
Annabeth blinked, fire glinting in her eyes for a moment before being disappearing, being replaced by a sort of soft look that took him off gaurd. "I would... be okay with that, only if I can do the same with you."
Percy smiled at her, his heart thumping, and at the gesture he heard her catch her breath, a quiet sound, so soft he barely heard it, but he did. "Of course," he replied, warmth spilling into the bottom of his stomach.
"Very well then," Annabeth said, leaning on her back in the grass, gazing up at the sky. "Ask away."
Percy thought for a moment, trying to zero in on simple questions first. There was so much he wanted to know about her, so much he was aching to learn about her. But Percy had a feeling that there were some things he could not go near, certain questions he could not ask.
It was the same with him.
"What is your most preferred time of day?" He inquired, the question coming out of his mouth before he had time to run it through his mind.
Annabeth frowned slightly, an intrigued look sparkling in her eyes. "What a peculiar question," she murmured, lips curling upwards into a smile that made his throat clog up. "But I would have to say nighttime."
Percy felt a tingle go through his body. "May I ask why?"
Annabeth didn't skip a beat. "It's when darkness swallows the land whole, blanketing over any source of bright light there is. It's a time of mystery and apprehension, with just a big ball of milky light to lead the ways to those who cannot navigate through the darkness."
Her voice seemed almost strangled, hoarse as she spoke the last lines, having a biting and almost desperate longing to it that brought a pang to his chest.
"What about you, Percy?" She questioned, voice suddenly light and easy, but Percy knew that wasn't the case. He's used that trick one too many times to be able to fall for it. He detected the hidden feelings under it immediately.
Percy tried to swallow down his own emotions before he spoke, knowing that something would slip out if he didn't, words that he tried hard to keep under control, only to have them rise to the surface once more to try again.
And he couldn't afford that. Not with anyone.
Especially with an Angel he had just met.
"I suppose I prefer evenings when the sun sets," he answered carefully and truthfully, seeing as Annabeth had done it was only fair he did too. "The Infernal Province is always dark and gloomy with no sun to shine upon it, but the times i've been in the Mortal World around that time of day, I have gotten the chance to experience the setting of the sun, when it lights the sky up in a million colors that makes everyone feel so at ease and safe. Its beautiful to see that. I only wish I were able to see the same every day as the mortals are lucky enough to do."
Annabeth was quiet for a moment, and at realization of what he had just said out loud, he begun to panic. He'd said too much. His words would scare her away again. What kind of Demon liked sunsets?
Stupid, stupid, stupid, he thought, feeling the urge to cover his face in shame as he felt it heat up in panic.
"Oh," was all Annabeth said, so softly he almost didn't hear her. "I suppose you're right."
Percy exhaled slowly, fighting off the desire to say more, to say what he really felt about it and so much more.
"Although," she said, sitting up and blinking at him, eyes dancing with an intrigued spark and the flame he knew he would never be able to get over glinting in them as well. "I never imagined a Demon would say something like that."
Percy hoped there wasn't any sweat beading on his forehead right now, the warm air for once making him feel like he was about to suffocate.
"Oh," he said simply, mimicking her from earlier. "I suppose you're right."
Annabeth stared at him for a moment and blinked before looking down, mouth fighting for a smile she seemed she would not let show.
Percy gave her a lopsided smile, however, feeling his heart flip with every beat it took.
Annabeth looked up at him and shook her head, a scowl that seemed to be made for her shadowing her face, lips still twitching for a smile.
She nodded at him, threading her fingers through the darkening grass. "Ask me more."
Percy cocked his head, thinking for a moment. "Whats your favorite color?"
Annabeth snorted, squinting in amusement at him. "Any dark color, really. What's yours?"
"Blue," he replied instantly, thinking back to his mother and the warm smile she occasionally let show.
"That was quick," Annabeth remarked, studying him carefully. "Why blue?"
Percy felt bile rise up his throat, and he forced himself to swallow it down. "It's just a calming color," he replied, and while that was partly true, there was more to it. So much more in such a simple color. "What do you find comfort in?"
Annabeth stared at him for a second, clearly searching for an answer hidden inside him, but Percy had spent so long, his whole life practically, building up walls he was certain she wouldn't be able to find it.
At least, he hoped.
"Architecture," she replied slowly, eyes glinting with flames that spoke of sorrow and pain unimaginable for a moment as she looked past him into the lake. "Reading."
She looked so hurt, so full of sadness, he did not dare ask why she found comfort in those things.
She turned her gaze to his, and the flames that once lit her eyes ablaze were gone. "What about you, Percy? What gives you comfort?"
Percy had to think for a moment. Anything that does not include yelling and chaos, he wished to say.
"I suppose the ocean," he said instead, the sound of the gentle waves crashing in his ears. "From the few times I've gotten a chance to see it, I've felt so... light and at ease. It's incredible, how the ocean can have it's own moods and effect everything around it. One moment the waves it creates can be slow and gentle, barely making any noise, with the sun and sky bright above it, and the next it can be so angry, with waves that rise up to a height taller than a human, darkening the sky for miles and miles. It represents both of the worlds we live in, in a way."
Annabeth looked at him with wide eyes, lips parted. She looked almost bewildered, that same fire in her eyes there once more. "I... I've never thought about it like that," she said, voice a hoarse whisper.
"Well," Percy said, mouth dry. He gave her a soft smile. "Maybe now you can."
Annabeth was quiet for a minute, looking like something had just struck her between the eyes. "Perhaps so," she whispered. Her eyes locked with his, a look of interest glinting in them. "Any more questions?"
Percy's lips lifted up into a smile, and he pondered over what other intriguing questions he could ask. He shifted on the grass, wings twitching behind him. "What do you find most interesting about the mortals?"
Annabeth didn't even bat an eyelash. "The way they see themselves bigger and more powerful than they really are," she said, gray orbs watching a nearing glittering sparkle. "They make themselves out to be great beings, some even calling themselves gods. Those traits can lead to so many things. So much destruction."
She said it with such a relish, the word 'destruction', with so much yearning, it left Percy silent for a few seconds.
"You're right," he said, voice a mere croak. He cleared his throat. "The mortals can be blinded by many things, and I suppose that's just how they were made to be in order to keep our worlds a secret. As long as they put themselves and their goals in front of everything, they won't have time to wonder about what really happens around them."
"Which leads to both our kind having to influence them in more ways than one," Annabeth said bitterly, her tone hiding a biting edge beneath it.
Percy felt a shiver go up his spine, and he quickly shook it off, sending her another smile. "Your turn now, Miss Annabeth. Ask away."
She lifted up an eyebrow. "Seriously?"
Percy nodded, grinning softly at her.
"Well," she said, sighing loudly. "I can't guarantee I'll ask such amazing questions as you just did."
Her lips twitched into a smile that looked like the razor edge of a blade, making his heart stop for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.
"But I'll try."
WOOH! I DID IT! This was a lot of fun to write, and I'm so proud of myself to be able to have written yet another chapter. Hope this satisfy some of your needs. But seriously, writing from Percy's point of view is so much fun, and just writing about him practically pass out with every breath Annabeth takes is SO CUTE AND FUN!
But yeah, thank you guys so SO much for all your support. Love you all so, so much. AND HAPPY LATE FATHER'S DAY! I hope that was fun for all of you. Wish them all a belated father's day for me, please ((:
~Kat xxx