Third Person:
It was already late at night. But one person's light was still on.
Annabeth stayed at her study table drawing a design of a house, her dream house. She always thought about the future and the present. As much as possible she tried to forget her past. The past was something she did not want to remember. There were people who left her, people she grew apart form, and crushes that crushed her heart. It was better to focus on today. She didn't care how late it was getting. She was so absorbed in her blueprints. It was a medium sized house. She incorporated two of her favorite places. Greece and New York. She put Grecian columns and beautiful engravings that should design the door. She made it have enough windows for it to have a lot of light. She did that until 2 in the morning.
That was her passion.
Percy was outside looking at all the city lights. It was one big concrete jungle he was determined to survive. He was at the roof top of his apartment. The sky's stars couldn't be seen because of all the lights. That black void reminded him of the ocean. The dark blue clouds reminded him of the waves. The small stars reminded him of the small fishes in the sea. While staying in the city the sky became his personal sea.
AN: I will put some chapters showing their passions and stuff. Its like a filler for times when I get into an almost writer's block state.