“And,” Annabeth continued, “it reminds me how long we’ve known each other. We were twelve, Percy. Can you believe that?”
“No, he admitted. “So…you knew you liked me from that moment?”
She smirked. “I hated you at first. You annoyed me. Then I tolerated you for a few years. Then—”
She leaned in and kissed: him a good, proper kiss without anyone watching—no Romans anywhere, no screaming satyr chaperones.
She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.”
Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. I missed you didn’t really cover that.”
I… Finally… Finished the damn drawing….
All those days of work
three nightswere definitely worth it.
The Hunger Games Character Minimalist Poster → Madge Undersee
I love Leo Valdez
He’s a very interesting character.
Here is a question that I am unsure how to answer: When you make a person your h o m e, where do you go when they are gone? What shelters you from the wind and rain? Where do you go at the end of the day when you’re exhausted and on the edge of tears? (x)
A half blood of the eldest gods,
Shall reach sixteen against all odds,
And see the world in endless sleep,
The hero’s soul, cursed blade shall reap,
A single choice shall end his days,
Olympus to preserve or raze.