Nov 1, 2024
Percy is hurt. he’s slowing down, but he can’t stop. he needs to protect Annabeth. he slashes through another ara, and his ear starts bleeding.
another, and his neck feels like it’s been slit.
another, and he gets blasted in the face with water.
what?
he turns to Annabeth, and realizes she’s soaked. she frowns at a single square of toilet paper, and it hits him.
Clarisse. his first conscious day at Camp. the swirly that never happened. she just fucking swirlied him in Tartarus. she just saved his life.
he can feel his wounds close. he can feel the water around him. the tug in his gut is a comfort as he grabs hold of it, and starts drowning arai.
maybe when he gets out of here, he can thank Clarisse with a swirly.
