Pairing: Annabeth/Percy, onesided Clarisse/Percy
Genre: Romance/Angst
Word Prompt: Swimsuits - another one of Call Me Bitter. This one's kind of off-topic for the whole swimsuit thing, and the pairings are weird for me. I've never written Clarisse before. I don't think I've gotten her angle right.
Summary: He loves blue chocolate chip cookies and blonde hair and gray eyes. They both love him, but in the end it's a contest only one of them can win.
Rating: G
A/N: So sorry I haven't been able to get to writing more drabbles! I'm going to see how many I can write/upload today. I'm going in order of submission. Next drabble will be for an anon. calles Star. I hope she's still following these. If you want to submit a pairing or word prompt, leave a review.
"There's no point," Clarisse tells her. Her voice is dripping with blank emotion. It's new for her, the emotion. "He's gone. For good."
The blonde girl doesn't look away from the sea, and she is secretly glad, because - for a moment - she couldn't keep her guard up. For a moment, pain was obvious in her unfeminine features.
"He likes blue chocolate-chip cookies." The sea is reflecting in her gray eyes. Black waves fall and break on the surface. It's a cold summer night, and she is sitting there in nothing but a swimsuit and tears.
"I know. It's time to go now." She tugs on the blonde's arm, and nearly sobs at the impassive expression on her face. She is broken. They both are.
"His mother is the most special person to him," she continues, unfazed by Clarisse's attempts to hoist her up to her feet. "She's the only one in his life."
"Annabeth – " her voice breaks, and she staggers to her knees at the ocean's lips.
"You love him, too," Annabeth says, finally lifting her head from the harsh waves. It's not an accusation, just a fact. The stringy-haired girl presses her lips tightly together and shuts her eyes.
"He loves blue chocolate-chip cookies. Homemade. His mother's secret recipe. "A blonde halo blows around her head. Present tense rings throughout the chant.
The sea's waves kiss their legs, pushing them further uphill to the rising smoke.
It is the first time she's needed Annabeth as a friend. They haven't ever gotten along, not in the spring, not in the labyrinth. But these girls have a common denominator. A common love. And now, they need each other more than ever.
Their hands are clasped, obscured by lapping flames and green silk and tears.
He falls into her arms first. He doesn't give her a second glance. His green eyes are focused on gray ones, and black hair and blonde hair mix into one head. She runs away. She has no love for black hair, or green eyes, or blue chocolate-chip cookies.
Common denominators clash.