Percy Jackson loved Annabeth Chase. That's all there is, really.
He loved the way she smiled, how her cheeks would dimple in the spot next to her lip when it was genuine, the way her hair looked in the morning, her curls frizzy from turning in her sleep. The curves and angles of her face and how her eyes shine light blue in the sunlight were etched into his memory. It's the familiarity of her, just her.
Percy loved how she would mask her high voice, deepening it to make herself sound more serious. How when she laughed, it was high and light, like the wind chimes nailed above the porch in his Montauk cabin. He loved how she would mix up b's and p's when speaking, and spend five minutes trying to correct her pronunciation before just giving up.
Her eyebrows would quirk up and her lips would purse when she tried to hide a laugh, and she'd bite the inside of her cheek when she was in thought. She'd always grind her teeth at night, it drove him insane, but he was always insane for her. Her nose would scrunch up every time she saw something that displeased her. Percy loved all the minute details of Annabeth.
Percy Jackson knew Annabeth Chase, the way she looks, the way she talks, the way she acts, he just knew her. And if hope survives best at the hearth, then the hearth was wherever she is.
A/N: tharini? posting again? after 2 years? albeit a very short one lol
i wrote this in 2020 and decided to post it after a few edits, so not really new work. i found a bunch of older fics from 2020 and 2021 and was inspired. so who knows maybe i'll start writing again :) please do let me know what you thought though, either here or on my tumblr azhagu, would love to know what you think!