Post by Annabeth Chase on May 2, 2010 23:03:00 GMT -5
Percy’s chuckle, combined with his usual bull-headed stubbornness was sending him very quickly down a path to getting a good smack if he didn’t grow up. Why did he have to be such a pain sometimes! Annabeth’s frustration ebbed though when Percy came back to her; she never knew what to expect from her completely unpredictable boyfriend. But his words seemed so sad. She took his hand, squeezing it lightly. “Percy… I don’t want you to get hurt either. Even if it is sort of… nearly impossible,” she added with a slight laugh, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. It didn’t work. At least, not for her mood. Just the thought of losing him was horrible… She reached up and cradled the side of his face in her palm as if reassuring him that she was still here for him, and reassuring herself that he was still here too.
When he continued though, she felt a chill run down her spine and her hand dropped. She was about to say something when he seemed to decide it was time to change subject and, apparently, time to head back to the cabins. She followed along beside him, but she still wasn’t willing to give up that easily. “That sounds great. Didn’t you mention something about your mom’s cookies a while back? I certainly wouldn’t mind trying them. She’s a really great cook. I bet they’re wonderful.” She remembered the times she had visited with Percy and his family and she’d always thought his mom and step-dad were really nice. But that was besides the point. She wasn’t here to talk about cookies.
Without missing a beat, she continued, “Anyway, I wonder what that voice could mean, suddenly showing up again like that. Do you have any idea who it might belong to? And those words… I just don’t understand.” It was not something she admitted to lightly, and surely Percy knew that. She was taking this completely seriously, and hoped he was too. If it was the same voice as was in his dreams, that generally wasn’t good news. “And how could it have been underwater?” she said, more pondering to herself than before. Annabeth turned to Percy, the look in her eyes bordering on stern. “Did you see anything down there…?”
When he continued though, she felt a chill run down her spine and her hand dropped. She was about to say something when he seemed to decide it was time to change subject and, apparently, time to head back to the cabins. She followed along beside him, but she still wasn’t willing to give up that easily. “That sounds great. Didn’t you mention something about your mom’s cookies a while back? I certainly wouldn’t mind trying them. She’s a really great cook. I bet they’re wonderful.” She remembered the times she had visited with Percy and his family and she’d always thought his mom and step-dad were really nice. But that was besides the point. She wasn’t here to talk about cookies.
Without missing a beat, she continued, “Anyway, I wonder what that voice could mean, suddenly showing up again like that. Do you have any idea who it might belong to? And those words… I just don’t understand.” It was not something she admitted to lightly, and surely Percy knew that. She was taking this completely seriously, and hoped he was too. If it was the same voice as was in his dreams, that generally wasn’t good news. “And how could it have been underwater?” she said, more pondering to herself than before. Annabeth turned to Percy, the look in her eyes bordering on stern. “Did you see anything down there…?”