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As Went she From Pretty, to Cute, to Beautiful…
It was an odd transition, really.
His first thought about her was that she was pretty, and it had stayed his first thought about her, although he hadn't associated that word with her after that one time.
And now it had changed, completely out of the blue, two years on, a while after they had fought Luke and Atlas.
And Annabeth had been captured.
Percy had been through a lot-heck, everyone had; the Hunters with the message of Artemis's capture and the Demigods on Annabeth's capture.
But he felt so… Worried at the possibility he wouldn't see her again. Even after getting her back he felt that way, because he had found out about the Hunters pamphlet in bag.
Annabeth had thought about leaving him for the Hunters, he hated the idea.
He would never like the fact that Annabeth could have been taken from him.
But she hadn't been, she stayed with you, he reminds himself many times afterwards, and he refuses point-blank to question it.
Because she stayed. With him. She was here. With him.
And now he knew he wouldn't have ever wanted it any other way…
Because, right now, he was he sat on the Camp Half-Blood coast with her and she looked so serene and… Happy. Honestly happy. To see Annabeth like this, especially after everything that had happened, was a rare thing… and all she had done that day was hang with him, so…
He was the reason she was so happy.
He caught himself staring at her for longer than he had expected himself to, but he didn't pull his gaze away, he couldn't find the will to do so.
Because as he sat on the Camp Half-Blood coast with her, as she traced architectural designs into the sand, the newly-gained sliver streak in her hair, exactly like his, glistening slightly in the sun, he realised he had subconsciously found a new word to describe her.
The word had just formed in his head with him noticing
And as she turned her head to give him her full attention, smiling widely at him and her eyes withholding a rare joyful spark of glee-an extremely rare thing to see in the eyes of Demigods-, that he had never seen before. And in that moment, he forgets about prophecy, he forgot about Luke's betrayal. All he could think of was how he had never seen a girl that had ever looked so… cute in his eyes... Until now.