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The first few years he’d known her, he hated when it happened.
Annabeth was obsessed with architecture, which was fine; everyone needed something to obsess over, right? But she had a habit of rambling about it endlessly, and Percy didn’t know anything about structural supports or art deco or facades. At all.
So for a while, when they were just friends, he would politely listen even though he only understood every fourth word. Annabeth would eventually get the hint when Percy’s eyes glazed over and she’d change the subject with a sigh. Still, though, he tried.
Now that they were dating, he didn’t mind as much.
Annabeth was so excited about her plans for Olympus. She’d gush for hours over her latest ideas, her silver eyes practically glowing in excitement. She became uncharacteristically animated, waving her arms in enthusiasm as if trying to physically paint the scene for Percy, a grin always stretched across her beautiful features. He loved her like this; the way her mental filters came down completely and she stated the very first ideas that came to her mind. The way her voice rose when she said things like “—and have the ceiling forty feet high!” and dropped when she said “—of course, I’d have to find some sort of material that would work just right for that…”
Sometimes, her voice would trail off altogether and she’d be lost in thought for a moment. In those instances, she usually became aware of the silence and glanced up shyly at her boyfriend. “Sorry. I know this isn’t really interesting for you…”
“Don’t worry about it,” he’d reply quickly. “I just like hearing you talk.”
She’d blush and their conversation would drop into a comfortable silence. Until Annabeth came up with another idea and it began again.
So Percy watched her describe everything, listening patiently. Even if he only understood every fourth word.
Annabeth was obsessed with architecture, which was fine; everyone needed something to obsess over, right? But she had a habit of rambling about it endlessly, and Percy didn’t know anything about structural supports or art deco or facades. At all.
So for a while, when they were just friends, he would politely listen even though he only understood every fourth word. Annabeth would eventually get the hint when Percy’s eyes glazed over and she’d change the subject with a sigh. Still, though, he tried.
Now that they were dating, he didn’t mind as much.
Annabeth was so excited about her plans for Olympus. She’d gush for hours over her latest ideas, her silver eyes practically glowing in excitement. She became uncharacteristically animated, waving her arms in enthusiasm as if trying to physically paint the scene for Percy, a grin always stretched across her beautiful features. He loved her like this; the way her mental filters came down completely and she stated the very first ideas that came to her mind. The way her voice rose when she said things like “—and have the ceiling forty feet high!” and dropped when she said “—of course, I’d have to find some sort of material that would work just right for that…”
Sometimes, her voice would trail off altogether and she’d be lost in thought for a moment. In those instances, she usually became aware of the silence and glanced up shyly at her boyfriend. “Sorry. I know this isn’t really interesting for you…”
“Don’t worry about it,” he’d reply quickly. “I just like hearing you talk.”
She’d blush and their conversation would drop into a comfortable silence. Until Annabeth came up with another idea and it began again.
So Percy watched her describe everything, listening patiently. Even if he only understood every fourth word.
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"Come on dad, you have to at least try to keep up!"
Percy was trying to keep up with his children as he walked them to the beach near their house. His first daughter, Andrea Silena Jackson, who is fifteen, was walking by his side rolling her eyes at her two younger siblings. Her raven black curls and storm grey eyes sparkled in the sunset as the water came in sight. All of the Jackson children loved the water, no matter where it is. His middle child, Charlie Tyson Jackson, age twelve, was running ahead with his younger sister, who he was very protective of. His blond hair bounced as he ran, turning around occasionally making sure she was st
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"Boo!"
The high voice rang out of nowhere and startled Percy so much he dropped the pen/sword he'd been holding.
Giggles erupted behind him and Percy cursed silently. Damn, she'd got him again. But this time he wasn't going to let her get away with it.
He whirled around and grabbed the air across from his head. Satisfied to feel fabric he yanked the cap off her head to reveal the one and only Annabeth Chase.
Her smirk melted into a look of surprise, and then, hmm, was that anger? Percy didn't know, but before she could grab it again he lifted the Yankees cap high above them both.
Annabeth immediately tried reaching up, but she was a bit
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Percy slid out the door and spotted Annabeth a little ways away leaning over the Argo II's rail. He walked toward her, noticing absent details like the fact that her hair was out of its usual ponytail and blowing freely in the breeze.
"Hey," he said coming up behind her. "Why aren't you inside partying with all the others?"
Annabeth glanced over her shoulder and shrugged. Her hands fiddled with the beads on her necklace. "I don't know. Just needed to think I guess."
Percy shook his head. "We win a war and you want to sit out here and think." It was just so Annabeth.
She turned and punched him in the shoulder. "Shut up, Seaweed Brain."
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Quick drabble inspired by this post on tumblr: Imagine person A of your OTP rambling on without knowing it, but person B doesn’t do anything to stop them because they love the sound of person A’s voice.
I immediately thought of Percabeth and just had to write it.
I have another idea circulating, but I haven't done any of my school today. I'll see if maybe I can write it later.
Thanks for reading!
I immediately thought of Percabeth and just had to write it.
I have another idea circulating, but I haven't done any of my school today. I'll see if maybe I can write it later.
Thanks for reading!
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