#warbled

“Whatever you want, you won’t get it from me so easily. I was never one to be forced, especially by a filthy blood-mutt like yourself, though you can certainly try, many men have, though their skulls in my cove suggest they did not make it terribly far.” She drank him in, his shadowy form obscured partially by darkness, only the moonlight glowing heavy on his skin, parts of his face, the hands he’d used in his prior crimes… “Don’t think I can’t smell her all over you, inside you, begging for release just as much as I’m sure you want it, pitiful cursed child that you are. Do you even know just how much trouble you’ve been causing lately? You’re the talk of the town, let me tell you!” She snorted a laugh and gave a tilted grin, stepping closer, the ocean crashing harsh and loud on the rocks behind her, spraying her in salty mist as the droplets rained back down to earth. “You chose an unfortunate place to confront me; you expect to fight a sea witch in her natural element? Pitiful as you are foolish. But oh, what an interesting thing you are, attempting to get the sea witch of the Eastern Sea, destroyer of men, goddess of shipwrecks, to bow to your desires... I almost want to hear you out, if only for a good laugh.”

She beckoned toward him with her index finger, her many rings glittering as she moved her hand, jewels and gemstones and emblems from various kingdoms, the boats and bloated bodies of the sailors who owned once them somewhere at the bottom of the sea, or long gone in Miriam’s stomach. “Step into the light, boy, so I can better see your face. I want to see if you perhaps look like Eleanna just as much as you reek of her. Besides, a proper, honorable gentleman kills his foes in the light. Would you truly kill a lady with such brutality, as to not even allow her the decency of viewing her murderer’s eyes? I'm giving you the courtesy, surely you can exchange the same; you are not that much of a savage, are you?”

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

Alright this might get long hsuahsuahauah

1) first i need to say that i think Percy is way more hyperactive than Annabeth. I have a headcanon where she has learned how to ease her dyslexia and ADHD symptoms ( and there’s some methods for it ) — even though they are still very much present in her reflexes during fights, and since she knows how to do it, she helps Percy to deal with them as well. During study groups, Annabeth asks Percy to do the lectures out loud to help him concentrate. When she realizes that Percy can't stand the same activity anymore or is too restless, Annabeth suggests they do something else ( actually, Percy is the one who does that but she accepts it anyway ).

2) when they get separate after the summer at the camp is over, Annabeth and Percy talks a lot through Iris’ messages at least once a day. Annabeth won a cellphone that was given by her father ( he insisted to give her one because of the titan’s curse events where she got kidnapped ) and i think Percy would have one too but he just use it in very specific situations — like to try to communicate when one of them are in danger or something like that.

3) that being said, i really like to think that Annabeth and Percy have some sort of protocol between them on how to deal with things, especially as a couple, and more specifically, a couple during quests. The cellphone thing is a big example of it — they just use it only when there’s no other way to communicate with each other during the quest. The whole thing of Annabeth being “the brain” and Percy “the strength” and watching each other’s back too. Also, they don’t act like a couple during the quest. Of course there will be moments where they will be very worried and show that very clearly, but they are not just the heroes of Olympus but also very dear to each other — and to show such feelings in front of the enemy, is something very dangerous to do. Kronos almost did that when Annabeth protected Percy from the poisoned knife and i don’t think they would let that happen ever again.

                            a  groan  bubbles  past  his  lips  ;  his  consciousness  coming  back  to  him  in  waves.  the  first  thing  he  notices  is  the  sweltering  heat  ghosting  across  his  face.  the  second,  is  the  realization  that  he  can  feel  the  sticky  heat  against  his  skin.    it’s  this  alone  that  has  lance  blindly  reaching  through  the  pitch  for  his  face.  his  fingers  brush  against  the  swell  of  his  cheek.  not  the  visor  of  his  helmet,  but  his  god  given  cheek.  —  well,  at  least  that  answers  that.  lance  shifts  then,  forcing  his  body  to  cooperate  as  he  pulls  himself  up  from  the  ground.    

                          his  attention  jumps  at  the  sound  of  the  other’s  voice  &  his  head  snaps  to  the  left,  tracking  it’s  owner.    oh.  right.  he  wasn’t  alone.  well,  might  as  well  get  this  party  a-moving.  no  point  sitting  here  when  he’s  still  got  two  functioning  legs.  which,  might  he  add,  hurt  like  hell.  “that  sucked.”  lance  huffs,  rubbing  the  meat  of  his  palm  against  the  edge  of  his  jaw.  working  through  the  tell-tale  knot  of  a  blooming  bruise.  “but  hey,  it  could  be  worse.  at  least  we’re  not  sitting  in  the  pits  of  a  weblum’s  stomach.  so  dude,  like,   stop  stressing.  don’t  worry  your  pretty  little  head.”