Drabbles of a Percabeth Sort

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-Gilligan

Magic

Everything was stunning. The sun was cranberry in colour and the sky was flamingo pink as a result, candy floss clouds lightly scattered.

Lying on a blanket in the sand, cuddling was a couple on their honeymoon, her golden curls glowing, their eyes alight.

The sea was calm, dancing along the shore, a shimmering green, the same colour of his eyes.

'Wow,' she whispered, her head perched on his chest. 'This is magical,'

'I know. It's not that new to us, though…' He muttered.

'Yeah,' she flashed him a smile. 'But still, it's magic,'

'Yeah,'

Greys

Annabeth was playing with the grey hairs near her face, the ones that she'd had since she was 14 years old, twirling them around her dainty fingers.

'Percy?' She asked.

I looked up. I'd been staring at my hands, though I wasn't sure why.

'D'you think I should dye my hair?' She wondered.

I scowled. 'No,'

I fingered my own whispy grey hairs sadly. 'No,' I repeated.

She looked confused. 'Why?'

I sighed. 'Because you are perfect the way you are. You don't need to change a thing. I actually like your greys,'

She looked like I'd said 'Because I like cheeseburgers'

'Yours make you look ten years older,' she muttered.

Gee, Thanks, dear.

I guess that's what you get when you hold up the sky.

Apple

He bit into the apple and sighed. 'Ugh. It tastes too healthy,'

I rolled my eyes. He was acting like a toddler.

'Just eat it,'

He threw his arms up into the air. 'I am! I am! Hold your horses, Miss bossy owl pants,' He exclaimed in protest.

He's such a seaweed brain.

'I'm watching you,' I warned, sitting down on the sofa and crossing one leg over the other. My eyes were fixed on him, like he were the most fascinating thing on TV, or a good book I couldn't put down,'

He took another bite. 'Of course dear,'

He threw himself into the seat beside me and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

'You still have to eat the apple,' I told him.

'Aww man!'

Mean

My work colleague took an oversized mouthful of pasta salad and snorted.

'Annabeth seriously! Stop whining about him! At least you can hold down a man! How long have you known him, anyway?' She whined, her mouth full of icy cold pasta.

'Since I was twelve…'

Siobhan scratched her head, ruffling her shiny black locks.

'That's nearly twenty years!'

I nibbled on a fingernail. 'So?'

Siobhan grunted. 'Stop biting your nails. It chips your nail-polish,'

I rolled my eyes.

'The longest I've managed to hold down a man is 1 year,'

I put an arm around her chubby shoulders. 'It's okay. Marriage sucks anyway,'

Okay, so I was lying. I don't think I could imagine a world without Percy.

'You're such a liar,' She muttered.

'Yeah, I know,' I smiled smugly.

Sometimes it's good to be mean.