A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with something a little different! Hope you like it!
Percy looked at the world through a lens. Trying to capture its beauty and essence and share it with the world. Things the world would not have seen, places, people, perspectives, life.
One day a pair of startling grey eyes captures him and he's so taken he forgets to pull up the lens. So he chases them.
And one day finally he gets them. Their attention on him, followed by a curve of lips. The sparkle with a laugh and the darkness with a kiss.
Annabeth is an essence he doesn't think he'll ever capture with a camera. Yet he doesn't stop trying.
What he loves most about photographs is how they capture a single moment in time, a memory. They hold a story of something that's past. They help you remember.
And perhaps this is what he needed, what they needed, on a stormy Thursday night when the mood and temper reflected the weather.
Thunder rumbles outside and he can feel the foundation of them shake as she casts an angry teary eyed look and storms away to the bedroom.
The heat in him has flared down and now he's just cold, so so cold. He's cuddled on the couch, wondering if they were gonna make it through this one. It had been the worst yet.
His camera is on the shelf and it's pointed at the perfect angle to take a picture that paints his misery. Not all the stories are happy ones.
He knows that. She knows that. They've had their fair share and he's just praying that she's not locked in there packing up her bags.
He forces himself to pick it up and starts scrolling through the photos, one by one. Some nature elements for a portfolio he's working on, some architectural interests for an article he had done a week ago. Some other bits here and there and then...grey.
The effect is still apparent because he freezes at the sight. A pair of grey eyes that were so startling he forgot to take a picture. The ones he chased after and loved.
The ones he just made cry, thirty minutes back.
He can't let them go, he decides with rising panic. Going through the shelves he finds an album with prints of some of his self-declared best works.
The eyes are the first thing.
He removes it from the cover and walks towards the bedroom door. Crouching he slips them through the crack under the door and hopes for the best.
The rain has let up when he finally comes too on the couch. There's a weight pressed up against him and the first thing he sees when he looks down is the grey.
Photographs are great mementos, they hold stories and memories, they represent so much. This one represents them moving on from the past and heading towards a brighter future.
A/N: So what did you think? I personally love to take cool pictures, cause it's fun, but I wanted to write a thing about photographs and all they can represent. Just a fun cute one for you all!
And in case you guys missed my last update (the last chapter: titled Hope) I'd recommend as I personally really liked it!
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