A/N: Hey guys! Back with another one, canon compliant, hope you like it!
Percy has thought a lot about death. Mostly because he's come so close to it. He's fought two wars, thousands of monsters, and been on the brink of death more times than he could even count.
He wasn't supposed to live, or at least what the prophecies kept foretelling, but against all odds here he is. Alive.
It's almost shocking enough that he doesn't know what to do about it. He really didn't expect to live. But he has. And he certainly never expected life to be this good. But it is.
Percy has had his fair share of the underworld, Tartarus, hell, the worst parts of death. He's felt the pain and feeling of barely holding it together.
But he's also seen Elysium and the Isles of Blest, the heaven, the place people hope for. The place that has all the good of life, no pain, no suffering, just bliss.
And there's a part of him that longs for a good rest, without constant worries and threats to the world on his shoulders and monsters on every corner when he's trying to get some milk.
He thinks of all the times he almost died, and the moment after where he didn't. The moment when Annabeth took a poisoned knife to the shoulder, when she dragged him out of the River Styx and the depths of Tartarus. The moments when she pulled him through and just looked at him with a face full worry and concern and love.
He remembers blinking to stormy grey eyes and blonde curly hair. He remembers that moment of life.
It makes him appreciate what he has. Each moment he spends with his mom, his family, his friends…her, is special.
Each moment with her is special.
Each moment could have never existed. But he gets to experience them. And just for that he is the luckiest person in the entire world.
She breaks this thought process by coming into the room with wet hair and wrapped in a fluffy towel.
"Hey, you okay?" she asks, walking over to him.
He realizes he's been staring at the wall for ten minutes and it must show. And when he looks at her, he sees that face. That face full of concern, and worry, and an intense amount of love.
He knows the face well.
And suddenly it doesn't matter that life is difficult sometimes and the things from the past sometimes haunt him. Ultimately, it's all behind him.
And in front of him is now, in front of him is her.
And he realizes then that he would rather have he struggles of life than the bliss of heaven because life has this. Life has her.
And Elysium or Isles of Blest or whatever the word, heaven was a place on Earth with her.
A/N: So what did you think? This entire drabble was just inspired off of the last line and the fact that I re-read the PJO series and canon Percabeth is simply amazing and I love them. But yeah. Just a cute (ish, slightly angsty?) one this time.
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