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bodytoflame-ao3 · 5 years

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the world keeps turning – part 5

aka the ‘oh my god they were roommates’ fem!percy fic prompted from @percyyoulittleshit and turned into a disaster by me

subtitle: the thrilling conclusion of my week-long mental breakdown

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five // july

“Thanks, by the way. I needed this.” Annabeth says, gathering the playing cards back into a stack and dropping them into the case, which she tosses into the drawer of her bedside table.

“Anything for the birthday girl.”

“You remembered.”

“Yeah, I uh... I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to get you anything.” Birthdays were never a big affair for Annabeth, so she's not offended. She'd actually almost forgotten today was her birthday.

She vaguely gestures to the scene around them, “This is enough.” She really means it. She would take a quiet day with Percy over the chaos Camp could be any day.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?” It wasn’t like Annabeth to skip out on archery, let alone be the one to suggest it. Percy had managed to convince her to play hooky with her once or twice, but it had never been out of Annabeth’s own volition. She wasn't the type.

Annabeth weighs her options. It's irrational, she knows, but the fear of losing Percy is too much to bear; she made a promise to herself that she would never be left behind again. The other half of her wants to tell Percy how her smile makes her stomach turn and her heart beat out of her chest; how she wants to kiss her until she forgets her own name. “Do you remember when... in the Labyrinth. Mount St. Helens.” She treads carefully, not wanting to be too direct.

Percy’s internal monologue runs about a million words a minute: She can’t be talking about that, can she? “I— uh.” she stutters.

Annabeth takes another steady, deep breath. She needs to know, and that means she's about to either have the best or worst birthday ever. “Right before I left. I—”

Despite her misgivings, Percy thought about that moment a lot. More than she should, really. “You kissed me.” She lets the words hang in the air for a second, “Why did you do that?”

It’s something she’s struggled with since it happened. She initially had no clue why Annabeth did it, because she thought she was straight, so she justified it as some heat-of-the-moment instinct that she'd never really understand, but ever since she told Percy otherwise... she wondered — hoped — that maybe, she liked her too. No matter how unrealistic that was; Percy hadn’t exactly been subtle with her attraction to her. If Annabeth felt the same way, she would’ve said something by now, right? Unfortunately for Percy, Annabeth's mind worked a lot different than hers did.

“Well,” she looks down into her lap, “I didn’t know, and that’s what I’ve been thinking about. For a while.”

Percy doesn’t respond, letting the silence hang in the air for a moment before Annabeth breaks it: “Thinking about... what that meant for me.” She hates this tension. The idea of just... leaving crosses her mind briefly. She could just run out of the cabin. Act like it never happened. She pushes the thought away (1. because she's stronger than that, and 2. she doesn't ever want to leave anyone feeling like she's felt half her life), quickly blurting out, “Did you think about it? About me?”

“Annabeth I...” Is she asking what Percy thinks she's asking? She’s too stunned to answer, and she considers pinching herself to make sure it's real. She’s thought and over-thought that kiss more times than she can count. “I mean, I have thought about... us.”

“Us?” Annabeth inquires, pushing the topic (she hopes not too far). As desperate as she is to talk about this — them — with Percy, she can't bring herself to be the one to say it. If she does, then it's her fault if something goes wrong.

After a moment of contemplation, Percy seemingly changes direction: “Annabeth, I scare myself sometimes. Some of the things that I can do? They scare me. Someday I’m going to hurt someone, and I don’t want that to be you.” For Percy, the thought of this actually being real is terrifying. It was one thing to daydream and pine over Annabeth, to imagine how soft her skin would feel against hers; what kissing her would be like; how she might lace her fingers into Percy's; wondering if holding her in her arms would be like home. The real thing? It makes her sick to her stomach, because that means she has to face the reality of herself — the things that eat away at her confidence and tell her she's dangerous; the things she's starting to believe. Annabeth thinks about what Sally said to her at the end of the school year, and it’s never been as evident as it is now. Percy's state is delicate, and she can't risk upsetting her right now, so she lets her talk. “When I was up on Olympus... when they wanted to make me a god,” she starts, “I thought about it. I really did.” She feels horrible saying it out loud. “Because I wondered if everyone would be better off without me putting them in danger all the time.”

“Percy.” It’s not like Annabeth didn’t know this was how Percy felt. She could see it in her eyes at times, just how tired she was. It was different hearing it from directly from her, and it sunk deep into the pit of her stomach.

If it was possible to hear pain, Percy was sure that’s what it would sound like. She doubles back, fighting off tears, “But I couldn’t do that to—“ She breathes deeply, trying to regain composure. Without thinking, Annabeth takes her hand, tracing small circles around her knuckles with her thumb. It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m here.

“And at the River Styx,” Percy pivots again, “Nico said I had to focus on something that kept me tethered to the mortal world.” She tries to continue, tries to tell Annabeth that she’s the one person she can’t leave behind, but her voice is paralyzed. Percy practically prays that Annabeth saves her from this embarrassment and takes the reins of the conversation. She doesn't, mostly because she has no clue what to say; doesn't know how to process the fact that she's Percy's anchor — but also because she’s holding Percy’s hand and wow, she could just kiss her right now.

“You know, you’re not making this easy for me,” Percy forces a laugh through her now-scratchy voice.

Annabeth smiles, some of her confidence returning, though her stomach continues doing flips. She tilts her head towards Percy, “Did you think I would ever make things easy for you?” Her voice, soft and light, flows through Percy’s ears like a song she knows every single word to.

It’s then that her eyes meet Percy’s for the first time in a few minutes, their avoidance becoming clear. The smile falls from Annabeth’s face; letting go of her hand, she tentatively reaches out to sweep Percy’s hair behind her ear, lingering on her chin as she traces down her freckled face. Percy desperately wants to — despite Annabeth’s insistence she not mess with it — run her fingers through her hair and close the gap between them but she’s frozen in place with the new, intimate way her fingers are trailing along her jaw. She studies Annabeth's parted lips and curious gaze; she's looking at Percy like she would one of her architecture books: wonder, and infinite thought.

And she is — thinking, that is, but the only thing she seems to be able to think about is kissing Percy. Screw it. Her lips meet Percy’s, slowly, but only briefly, before she pulls away, not sure if it's okay. She soon realizes it is, and mentally scolds herself for not doing this sooner, when Percy kisses her again, like it’s all she’s ever wanted (it is); like she could kiss her forever and never stop (she could). Percy threads her fingers through her curls, and for once, she doesn't mind.

Her lips are soft, and salty like the sea; Annabeth almost laughs, because she feels like she should’ve expected that from the daughter of Poseidon. Percy, hesitating for only a moment, takes a hold of Annabeth’s waist and easily pulls her into her lap. For once, Annabeth isn't irked with their size difference, because they fit perfectly together. She drapes her arms over Percy’s shoulders without breaking away. Annabeth kisses her, softly, not quite sure of herself or what to do, only confident in the fact that she doesn’t want it to end anytime soon. Her mind races; because gods, she’s kissing Percy Jackson — and Percy Jackson is kissing her. With that thought, her body betrays her; and she mentally berates the smile involuntarily spreading across her face.

“What?” Percy laughs, leaning back to get a clearer picture of her. She's never been more beautiful, she thinks, than she looks right now.

Annabeth, at the sight of Percy's disheveled bangs and flushed face, feels a blush rising to her cheeks. Instead of answering her question, she takes her thumb to wipe off her tinted lip balm, now smeared on the side of Percy’s mouth. “Sorry.”

“Do I look like I’m complaining?” To be perfectly clear, she's absolutely not; if a little bit of lip gloss is the price she has to pay for kissing Annabeth, so be it.

“I don’t think so.”

“So can I kiss you again?”

Annabeth nods. Percy’s eyes, all crystalline seafoam, look into hers, and she swears she can see the entire ocean in them.

“Jackson! Chase! You two better be in here, ‘cause I did not just haul ass halfway across camp to—” Clarisse’s booming voice comes from around the corner into Cabin 6. Annabeth tries to pull herself off of Percy’s lap; she's only half-successful, bumping her head on the bunk bed and falling back into her pillow, because her legs are entwined with Percy's. Judging by the smirk now plastered on Clarisse’s face, it’s clear she managed a pretty good picture of what was going on. “About time,” she mutters, crossing her arms and turning on her heels to leave the cabin. “If you're not at dueling, I’m telling Mr. D! One hour!”

“Did that really just...” Annabeth untangles herself from Percy, and buries her head in her palms.

“That happened.”

Clarisse will never let them live this down, that much is evident, but Percy figures she better get used to it, because she knows they're going to be one of those couples. Mostly because Percy never wants to stop kissing her — and she doesn't think Annabeth has any objections to that, because she responds to the silence by practically flinging herself into her arms (and Percy feels so lucky for it).

“Why didn't you tell me?” Annabeth asks as soon as their collective laughter dies down, even though she knows the answer.

“We’ve been through so much together, and you’re one of the most important people in my life... I couldn’t mess that up.”

“Seaweed Brain, you’re never getting rid of me.” Maybe falling, Annabeth thinks, is okay, as long as she can get back up at the end.

She kisses Percy again. Because she can.

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niliaangel · 6 years

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kevin1924 · 6 years

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|Motion of the Ocean| #photography #beach #shells #theworldkeepsturning #seaside #sunset

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chrissierichardsart · 5 years

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I haven’t drawn or posted for a few days it’s been a busy and stressful week. Sitting down to draw today my thought was that the world keeps turning whether I show up or not. We really are just a speck in a giants eye. Have a lovely Saturday ❤️ . . #drawb4 #drawing #dreaming_adventures #morningroutine #morningpic #morningvibes #morningmeditation #dailymotivation #wellnessthatworks #bloggersofinstagram #creativejournaling #journaling #mentalhealthawarenes #feelsgoodtodrawagain #theworldkeepsturning #saturdayvibe — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2P5kQ43

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soaringonwingsoflove · 7 years

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Yamaguchi City: The World Keeps Turning

Japanese are punctual people. Punctual with a capital P. I am convinced that if the weather could have a nationality, the weather here would also be Japanese. On September 01st, the weather plummeted（in my opinion） from the humid, summer temperatures of 30°C to chillier temperatures of 14°C - 20°C.

I have never experienced winter. I even complain if I am in an air-conditioned room. So while these temperatures are cool and perfect for many, I have to bite my tongue every time I want to complain, “It’s so cold!”

So I thought it was just a mental fight. But the “cool” wind over here is incomparable to the chilly Christmas wind we have grown accustomed to back in Barbados. For me, these winds are so frigid that they literally “get under my skin”. I feel like my organs keep shaking to a pulsing beat on the dance floor.

Thereafter, it became a physical fight. I got sick. My eyes were burning, my body was cold, I had no appetite, my tonsils（yes I still have my tonsils and they are huge）were inflamed and that was painful. I had a headache, runny nose, congestion and the list goes on and on and on. You name it, I had it and it was awful. I was groggy with a capital G. I was spiralling fast.

Language barrier problems 101: Standing in a drugstore trying to figure out what medicine to buy when everything is written in Japanese and Google Translate is giving you a weird translation. What do you do? Buying medicine isn’t the time to guess “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,” that could easily go sideways quickly with serious repercussions. So even though I hate being dependent on people, this was definitely one of those cases where I needed to beg for help. HELP! That evening, I left my bike at school and got a ride home. I felt too ill. I wished the next day was Saturday but it was Friday and I had to be present at a business meeting in Yamaguchi City.

Get Your ‘Ish’ Together

Usually, if I’m ill and I still have to go to work, I plop myself into my car and I drive at 40 km/hr because I’m groggy with a capital G. But of course things have changed. To commute from city to city, the main form of transportation is the train, which is also punctual with a capital P. I have a love-hate relationship with this system. I love it! When commuting by train, there are websites like www.hyperdia.com, which will have departure times listed. I love it because it is super-efficient and dependable in contrast to the system-or lack thereof- at home, where you wait at the bus stop with great uncertainty. Bajan Injection: “Where d bus, where d bus, where d bus to town?…..”

But sometimes I am not fond of the train system. On days like this when you don’t have your ‘ish’ together, there is a high probability that you aint gonna get on that train if you don’t get it together. （Another one bites the dust!）

I had to get the 7:48 a.m. train. Remember, I was groggy with a capital G, so I only woke up at 7:00. I take about 30 minutes to get ready（45 or more to be honest; I’m a work in progress）and the station is 20 minutes away at a causal pace. It would have been faster if I biked but my bike was at school. So you do the Math, time was against me! Either I was going to get my butt into gear or Bajan Injection: “De train did gine lef me!”

So I huffed and puffed through my mouth（can’t breathe through yuh nose problems） and my physically weak body got me there in time. Aint it fun living in the real world.? Adulting is hard!

Trade-Offs

I was fatigued after a day of planning and listening to a long lecture. The lecture was good but…I was groggy with a capital G. After we got something to eat, the sleep came on heavy. Out of habit, I put my hands in my pocket for my car keys, thinking of my bed and being at home in 15 minutes MAX. But, back to life, and back to reality. It legit took almost 2 hours to get home. And the fatigue was creeping in from my sleep medicine. When we reached our station, I thought, “Yes, we’re finally home!” No, you’re not home, you’re at the station with NO bike! Time to walk home. What a trade-off!

That Thing That Shall Not Be Named

It was bitter-cold and dark. Dylan had his bike, so he biked by my side while I zombie-walked. We were chatting and side-stepping out of the road from oncoming traffic. We were trying to get home as fast as possible when IT happened. In mid-sentence, I saw something in a ‘S’ shape on MY side of the road. It could have been an old piece of rubber or something. I was right next to it when Dylan stopped and asked, “Wait, is that a snake?.............................”

……..All I could remember was the loud, thumping sound of my sneakers on the gritty asphalt and my loud, congested breathing. In mid-stride, I realised I wasn’t hearing the whoosh of Dylan’s bicycle wheels anymore. So 100m down the road, I stopped and realised he was still back there INSPECTING the S-N-A-K-E. Yes, as you see it, that is how I say it. That thing that shall NOT be named. I was scared shitless. Father Jesus forgive me because that was a true WTF moment. Forget being exhausted, I was ready to run all the way home. When Dylan’s inspection was over, he rode towards me with a smile on his face, “It’s dead!” With raised eyebrows and bulging eyes, through gritted teeth I said, “That’s good to know!”

To all my Bajan and Caribbean brothers and sisters out there, were you going to stop to find out if the S-N-A-K-E was dead? Enough said.

After the episode, he explained that he usually isn’t so fearless but when one person is spazzed out with fear（ME!）, the other person has to be strong. And that’s why he stood his ground! If you’re reading this Dylan,-it’s good to know you got my back.

Keep The Progress

The regular stroll home was now haunted. My mind was blowing up with paranoia. “Keep all the windows and doors closed!” I thought. I was so psyched out and paralyzed with fear that for a moment, I was throwing my blooming, adventurous spirit in the bin. Then I had a stern talk with myself. I’ve made too much progress to turtle back into a shell because of a dead S-N-A-K-E. Was it traumatic for me? Yes! But the lesson from that day was clear, no matter what trauma you went through or may be going through, you better get it together because you better believe that the world keeps turning!

#theworldkeepsturning yamaguchicity japan

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bodytoflame-ao3 · 5 years

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14: “We’re roommates but we’re falling for each other”

god mari why’d you do this to me. i’ve gone full dumbass mode and no one but god can stop me

the world keeps turning

(oh my god they were roommates)

feat. genderbent Percy cause there’s not enough of it (cowards) and I have an incessant need to make everything I touch gay

Timeline-wise, everything’s the same up through TLO except the end of summer goes a little bit differently. I love to write things that could realistically happen in a gap in canon or a fork of events (wow who could’ve guessed by my entire backlog???), so this was a fun “exercise” (jk thanks Mari this is a full-blown several thousand word disaster now >:( look what you’ve done to me), particularly in exploring the shift in dynamic brought on by fem!Percy and how Annabeth parses her feelings.

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one // september

“it’s easy wishing for another life and it’s twice as hard to face the unknown”

the world keeps turning ..//.. the strike

“You saved the world.”“We saved the world.”“So what now?”“Everything goes back to normal?”“…I don’t know if I know what that is. Summer’s almost over. School’s about to start. You’re gonna leave.”“So come stay with me.”

Percy Jackson is 16 — true.Percy Jackson is a half-blood — true.Percy Jackson has saved the world too many times and deserves a break — she’d like to think so.

Percy Jackson is NOT in love with her best friend.

So, that‘s a lie — but it’s not like she can do anything about it. Annabeth’s her roommate. And her best friend. And she’s definitely straight. Oh, and Annabeth’s her roommate.

Annabeth Chase is 16 — true. Annabeth Chase is a half-blood — true.Annabeth Chase is, both regrettably falling for her best friend, and significantly less straight than she originally thought — also true.

Annabeth Chase is going to tell her how she feels.

Yep, there’s the lie — Annabeth is sure she’d see the literal underworld freeze over before she‘d ever be able to work up the guts to tell Percy.

It’s not like she’s embarrassed or ashamed of liking her, or even the idea of liking a girl — she’d gotten over the initial panic mere hours after discovering her crush (almost everything seems inconsequential when you’ve spent your teenage years narrowly avoiding death) — but she’s burdened with the crushing suspicion that Percy doesn’t feel the same way, and that telling her would end up ruining their friendship. It’s no secret (to Annabeth at least) that Percy’s never liked a boy, but she’s also never shown interest in a girl either. But, again, it’s hard to have a normal teenage crush when you suspect you might die soon — you know, due to the looming premonition of death and all that.

“Wise Girl,” Percy calls out from the bottom bunk.

“Hm?”

“I need you, brainiac, I don’t understand this,” she laughs.

Annabeth swings her head over the side of the bed, her curls falling down to frame her face, as blood rushes down to flush her face almost immediately.

Percy hands her the book. “Number eight. I know the formula but I don’t know how to get the final answer.”

“Easy,” Annabeth says, closing the book with a satisfying snap, and dropping it to the floor unceremoniously. “You’re almost done. You just have to convert the radians to degrees.”

“You could’ve just said that without dropping the 600 page book on the floor, you know. You’re lucky my mom’s such a heavy sleeper.”

“Not as dramatic. Side note, I think I’m going to lose consciousness if I don’t sit up,” she laughs, flopping back up and onto her pillow.

Percy lets the silence sit for a minute, standing to pick up her book before asking, “So, has anyone asked you to homecoming yet?”

Annabeth shrugs, looking down at her, “It’s all so weird to think about. Normal stuff, you know? To be honest, I thought it would be fun to just go together.”

“Together?” Percy’s mind is a mix of genuine confusion and panic.

Annabeth carefully constructs her response, trying to maintain her composure; “Yeah, like all together. With our friends. I think we have friends now.”

Despite the disappointment she saw coming from a mile away, Percy can’t stop her heart from beating a little too fast with the image of the two of them, walking hand in hand into the school gym. Like normal teenagers. Annabeth would be lying if she said she wasn’t thinking the same exact thing.

It hadn’t been long at all since she realized her crush on Percy was actually a crush; only once she started staying with her family (how timely) was she forced to reevaluate her feelings. When they first met, despite how much Percy seemed to annoy her, some part of her just wanted to be her friend. But now, she wondered if it was always something more, or if it changed — and if it did, when?

They’d never talked about that time in the Labyrinth. That’s the moment her mind always snaps back to. Because dear gods, she kissed Percy Jackson, and they never talked about it. Why was that? She’s never really thought about it either, to be fair, but now that she has, she has to wonder — Why did she do it in the first place? It was as close as Annabeth could get to her in that moment; when she genuinely worried she might lose Percy. But then again, she could have just hugged her. That’s what made her head spin. And oh, how her head was spinning.

“Annabeth?”

She snaps back to reality. “What?”

“I said, that sounds like fun. Are you ok?”

“Just tired. It’s late. Goodnight, Percy.”

Part 2

#percabeth #prompt fill #fic #~800 words #percyyoulittleshit #multi #*theworldkeepsturning #annabeth chase #pjo #fem!percy jackson #fem!percy #wlw percabeth #made

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dirtvertable7 · 8 years

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If we are made in HIS Image then call us by our NAME...#TheWorldKeepsTurning #bornunderwaterwith3dollarsand6dimes

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bodytoflame-ao3 · 5 years

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the world keeps turning -- part 2

aka the ‘oh my god they were roommates’ fem!percy fic prompted from @percyyoulittleshit and turned into a disaster by me

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two // january

It’s all in the name of scientific research, she tells herself. Annabeth has a hypothesis: She likes girls. (Most specifically, Percy Jackson.) Despite the fact she’s already reconciled with the concept, she feels the need to make sure. She’s far from the life of the party, but she figures a house full of drunk high-schoolers is her best bet for testing that hypothesis. And she’s right — it doesn’t take her long at all to find a group playing spin the bottle and squeeze her way into the circle.

She’s never played, but it’s easy enough to grasp the concept by the time the neck of the bottle ends up pointed in her direction. He’s cute. Curly brown hair, light brown skin just a bit darker than her own golden tan, and a crooked smile. Although she doesn’t know his name, he isn’t a bad kisser in any sense. His confidence heightens, and Unnamed Boy rests a hand on her thigh; she can feel his touch heat up her skin. She smiles as he pulls away, trying not to laugh at the blush creeping up his face.

The game continues, until it’s her turn. It lands on a girl she vaguely recognizes from her math class. Jenna? Julia? Something like that. She laughs, “Okay, smarty pants, let’s see if you’re as good at kissing as you are at geometry.”

See, Annabeth understands shapes. They’re real. Concrete. Constant. They can’t have negative values, or any of that nonsense that comes with regular math. They're physical things, things she can touch and feel and look at from every angle, and everything she needs is right there on the page and bound by the rules of the universe. Sure, sometimes there’s fractions and variables and things she knows are put in just to confuse people, but she can work around that. The numbers. The shapes. Their relations. It all fits neatly together; just the way she likes it.

Jenna/Julia is as good at kissing as she is at geometry, which is to say, not great. Whether that’s just her, or the alcohol, Annabeth can’t say. But it doesn’t matter. She still enjoys it, because between her short black bob and bangs, she can almost pretend it’s Percy. Her lips taste like vodka and peppermint lip balm, and Annabeth silently wonders what Percy would taste like. That’s enough confirmation for her theory.

She leaves pretty quickly after, trying to cope with this new revelation. It's not like she didn't know. It's that this made it real. By the time she makes it back, it's not late, only 9:30, but Percy’s waiting in the cold at the door when she returns home. Annabeth really doesn’t want to have to face her right now. “Where were you?” Percy's eyes go wide, giving her that stupid puppy dog face that she’s still not sure is intentional or not.

“Party,” Annabeth shrugs, sheepishly, as she hangs her coat and scarf on the hooks near the door.

“You didn’t answer any of my messages.”

“I got distracted.” She continues towards Percy’s — their — room, desperate to avoid eye contact with her for as long as she can.

“You’re lucky mom and Paul went to dinner, they would’ve freaked out.” Percy trails after her, stopping as Annabeth, without thinking, pulls her shirt off over her head and starts sifting through the dresser. “Are you drunk?”

“No, but I kind of wish I was.” She turns around, sticking her arms through a Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. Sure, she’s never been drunk before — she's never had the opportunity. But now seems like a pretty good time to change that, she decides, and she’s almost positive that whatever she’s currently feeling would sit a lot better if it was drowned in a bottle of alcohol.

Gods, that smirk. Annabeth was sure it was going to kill her one day. “I think that can be arranged.”

They’re lucky Paul has great taste in wine. Percy’s knows her mom will notice, but she’s also sure she won’t be too upset they’ve broken into the liquor cabinet. Because it’s Annabeth — Sally loves Annabeth — and she trusts Percy. If anything, she’ll be the most mad at them for actually having some taste and not getting trashed on something cheap.

Percy’s never been drunk either — two glasses in she feels like she’s floating on a cloud. Her thoughts are hazy and she’s feeling an inkling of regret in her gut, because she can’t stop her thoughts from racing anymore and all she wants is to tell Annabeth everything. It’s hard to think when she’s looking at her like... that.

“Another round, barkeep,” she laughs. Percy rolls her eyes and tops off their glasses with the rest of the bottle. They aren’t pacing themselves, and Percy is sure she’ll regret it in the morning, but in the moment, she just wants to feel something.

When Sally and Paul return around midnight, they find a very empty bottle of wine on the kitchen table; the kids passed out on the couch, Percy's arm draped around Annabeth. Annabeth's head rests in the crook of Percy's neck, against her shoulder, while Percy's found a cushion in Annabeth's blonde curls. The look exchanged between them is enough; Sally's silent 'I'll talk to them' earns a nod from Paul, who heads off to bed.

She shakes them awake and sits them down at the kitchen table. Just as Percy expected, she's not that mad — she feels like she kind of has the obligation as a parent to be angry, but acting on it is an entirely different story. Sally doesn’t have the heart to when they’ve been through so much.

“I know I should be pissed but... you’re not wasted and you didn’t drive anywhere. I know you’re both far beyond your years, and that’s not your fault, just... don’t do it again.”

She lets them go. As Percy stands from the table, she can feel herself sobering up quickly. Annabeth yawns, quickly heading off to the bedroom.

“Percy? Can I talk to you for a minute?”

She sits back down, bracing herself for some kind of grounding.

“So what happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“This isn’t like either of you.”

“Annabeth was upset,” Percy shrugs, “some school thing.” She doesn’t mention the party, for obvious reasons.

“I don’t even want to know whose idea it was,” she sighs, “I just want you to be okay. Both of you.”

“We’re okay, mom. We just ordered pizza and watched cartoons.”

Sally glances aside to the discarded pizza box and raises an eyebrow, because she knows — she always knows. “That’s it?”

Percy nods.

“You know you can talk to me, honey.”

She knows. “I’m okay.”

“Okay, Percy. Get some sleep.” Sally tosses her two water bottles from the counter, “and drink up, both of you. I’m not nursing your hangover.”

Part 3

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