Love, is a complicated thing she reflects. Love is controlled by an air headed senior citizen that likes to witness strife, the downfall of those who do love. Love is in the hands of Aphrodite.
She sighs and shifts uncomfortably in the sand, unable to feel proper in the shifting dunes near Camp Half-Blood. She blinks and laughs silently, mocking herself for thinking of something so redundant to what she, actually her mother stands for. Her mother stands for what humankind is based upon, the undeniable need to survive, to adapt. Her mother is needed, unlike Aphrodite. That belief is only shaken when she sees a certain raven haired boy.
"Wise Girl?" She flushed, turned away of course so he cannot see and answers in a whisper. "Yea?" she waits, as if expecting something to happen, and when he looks at her oddly she help but feel embarrassed. "The conch shell blew moments ago, you going to eat?" She rolls her eyes, unable to understand what was wrong with her, unable to tell such a simple thing. "And", Percy continues, "I wanted to talk with you." Annabeth Chase flushes, and looks away. "Yea", she says lets go "Seaweed Brain." The world of love might be rules by Aphrodite, but her world was ruled by Seaweed Brain.
Too corny? I thinks so…