of half-bloods and happenings
two halves
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Annabeth is Percy's first - and only - true love. She is everything he is not - neat, frantic, organised, intelligent - and yet they fit together perfectly, like jigsaw puzzle pieces falling into place. They are best friends too, are willing to die for one another, and they simply cannot imagine a world where Percy and Annabeth doesn't exist. It's impossible to them. Improbable. Entirely ridiculous and a complete fantasy - or rather, a complete nightmare.
One cannot survive without the other: they hunger for each other as one would hunger for bread, thirst as one would crave the sweet taste of water after a week in the dry desert. Without Percy, Annabeth would be broken. She would crack completely in two, split open like an eggshell, her heart bleeding for the loss. Without Annabeth, Percy would not exist - and not just Percy, but Percy Jackson, Son of the Sea God, Hero of Olympus - without Annabeth, the saviour of Manhattan and, indeed, the world, would never have been there to save it.
Without each other, Percy and Annabeth would simply be Percy and Annabeth, two halves of a whole that would never be able to meet, to touch, to join in blissful fullness - and to live in a world without the two of them together would be to live in a forever grey landscape, a place of black and white without colour and laughter and love - a terrible world to live in indeed.
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Author's Note: Yeah...I wrote this in about fifteen minutes, because my guilt at not updating finally ate away at me. I'm not happy with this at all, and it's ridiculously metaphorical and probably completely pointless, but...I'd appreciate it if you reviewed. (: