A/N: Hey guys! Back with the second update for this new continuation series! So without further ado, here you go!
Annabeth is a question he's never quite been able to answer.
Like why she hated him when he had done nothing but kill a minotaur and explode some toilet water. (She explains later it's a godly parent thing but he doesn't quite believe that's the whole story).
Or why she was so mad when he had insisted bringing Rachel on the quest when the prophecy literally said so. (She explains that it's her hubris but he feels like that's not quite everything).
And especially now, why she's wearing a scowl on her face and turning away from him without a word.
He sighs, sitting down and donning a frown of his own as he tries to rack his brain.
If only he had all the answers.
He glances over and watches as she hastily scribbles down some notes for whatever building she's designing. She can explain for hours why she loves architecture so much and he would still never know all of it.
Her lips quirk into a slight smile as something comes together on the page, earlier frustration forgotten, as she starts to design. He's known her for years and he still doesn't think he's catalogued every smile.
Her left-hand drifts unconsciously to the necklace he had given her for their anniversary last year (a small celestial bronze chain with a pen and a baseball cap pendant, handcrafted by Tyson himself). Even though she might be upset now, no matter how many times she tries to explain, he will never understand why she chose him.
And it strikes him that he doesn't want to know.
He wants to figure it out. He wants to spend as long as it takes to answer it. From her smiles and quirks and all the ways she tells him everyday why she wants to be with him.
Besides, if he had all the answers, wouldn't the world, his world, start to lose meaning?
He gets up and walks up right behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burrowing his head on her shoulder. She stiffens for a second before completely relaxing into his grip, melting back against his chest.
She doesn't say anything, but he catches her smile in his peripherals.
He might never know why she was upset, or why she likes vanilla over chocolate, or why she loves him. But he's ready to spend the rest of his life trying to figure it out.
A/N: So what did you think? I wanted to explore the idea that as much as we want all the answers to everything all the time, sometimes it's better to not know, to work on figuring it out. If we knew everything all the time, we wouldn't be able to assign any meaning towards discovering it.
Also, I have officially updated the last chapter of the original Semantics of Love series so if you liked this and haven't checked it out, I highly recommend it!
This series (like the original) will be updated twice a month (for my full update schedule check out my bio) in case anyone was curious. This is something I work on and update often as it's my place to create what I want.
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