the rivalry ends here

“Lying goes against camp rules.”

She scoffs, her hands leaving his arms and meeting beyond his shoulder. They intertwine behind his head, her palms planted on the sides of his neck. “And you’re the poster boy of following camp rules.”

“Absolutely.”

“Alright, so let’s go back to our cabins–”

His grip tightens on her waist. “Wait, wait. I didn’t mean that.”

She grins. “I figured.”

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The secret pond in the woods is where Annabeth finds refuge. Set after the Battle of Manhattan.

“Well,” he said, moving the bag between them to the side and scooching closer to her. “There’s another reason to hate the Gods.”

She let out a hollow laugh. “Reason number five thousand.”

“By tomorrow we’ll get to seven thousand,” he mumbled as she rested her head on his shoulder. His lips were so close to the crown of her head, a part of her wished he would press a kiss to her hair, grime and all.

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The origin story of Thalia's nose piercing.