Percy hated it. He would’ve preferred to fight any monster in the world. He would’ve preferred a rematch with Chrysaor. But he forced himself to stay in his chair and watch as Annabeth motored off through the streets of Rome with Gregory Peck and Audrey Hepburn.

Then suddenly Percy was next to her, lacing his fingers in hers.

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anxiouspineapples:

In quiet moments when no one would miss her, Annabeth would sneak away to cabin three where the bed sheets still smelled like Percy and the light was thick and slow like it was falling though ocean water. She would close her eyes and breathe in the salty air and she could almost imagine they were back months ago when everything was perfect and he kissed her underwater for the first time.

(via greenconverses)

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anxiouspineapples:

into tartartus

She saw the sunlight far, far above—maybe the last sunlight she would ever see.

Then Percy let go of his tiny ledge, and together, holding hands, he and Annabeth fell into the endless darkness.

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burdge:

“This is Annabeth,” Jason said. “Uh, normally she doesn’t judo-flip people.” 

Mark of Athena, Rick Riordan

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burdge:

so i was musing about Percy and Annabeth in Art History and i can totally see a lot of “oh-my-gods-we-almost-just-died-you’re-alive-i-love-you” kisses happening in between fighting off monsters and generally trying to survive in Tartarus. 

then i doodled a thumbnail. 

During those long months when Percy was missing, Annabeth made the trip at least once a week—partly to give Sally Jackson and her husband Paul an update on the search, and partly because Annabeth and Sally needed to lift each other’s spirits and convince one another that Percy would be fine.
The spring had been especially hard. By then, Annabeth had reason to hope Percy was alive, since Hera’s plan seemed to involve sending him to the Roman side, but she couldn’t be sure where he was. Jason had remembered his old camp’s location more or less, but all the Greeks’ magic—even that of the campers of Hecate’s cabin—couldn’t confirm that Percy was there, or anywhere. He seemed to have disappeared from the planet. Rachel the Oracle had tried to read the future, and while she couldn’t see much, she’d been certain that Leo needed to finish the Argo II before they could contact the Romans.
Nevertheless, Annabeth had spent every spare moment scouring all sources for any rumors of Percy. She had talked to nature spirits, read legends about Rome, dug for clues on Daedalus’s notebook, and spent hundreds of golden drachmas on Iris-messages to every friendly spirit, demigod, or monster she’d ever met, all with no luck.
That particular afternoon, coming back from Sally’s, Annabeth had felt even more drained than usual. She and Sally had first cried and then attempted to pull themselves together, but their nerves were frayed.

Percy pointed his pizza slice at Jason. ‘You, sir, are a ray of sunshine.’

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burdge:

so i was musing about Percy and Annabeth in Art History and i can totally see a lot of “oh-my-gods-we-almost-just-died-you’re-alive-i-love-you” kisses happening in between fighting off monsters and generally trying to survive in Tartarus. 

then i doodled a thumbnail. 

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lightning-of-zeus:

Drawn by Burdge.

(via wisegirling)