i’m on a soft lightning thief re-read to get my memory jogging for the show, but i come to this absolutely iconic annabeth line and what amuses me more than her blunt, non-sequitur towards percy is that she doesn’t even wait for his reaction or doesn’t even stay long enough to show the disdain/judgement on her face––noooo, she simply runs away. like she drops this absolutely whack (from percy’s pov) observation about his sleeping habits and doesn’t have any more fucks left to give so she just leaves. and that is literally the first thing she says to him once he’s actually lucid like??? girl??? she’s such an awkward little pigeon, it’s hilarious.
For your consideration: I overlapped percabeth’s lyrics in The Minotaur/The Weirdest Dream and In the Same Boat (Bonus Track) from The Lightning Thief Musical
Greetings mutual of mine, tis I, completing my duties as a mutual to randomly send you questions :D
Who said it??
"You drool when you sleep."
Hi Parmesan!
Annabeth, of course ;). Why do I always want to write her with just one "n" lmao.
It would've been harder for me if I hadn't watched the Percy Jackson show just a month or smth ago, though.
I know this is nit-picky and annoying but I'm annoyed that the iconic "you drool when you sleep" line was shot like that? Like I always took him waking up and hearing that as a slice of normalcy, a moment of actual childhood between the two of them in the midst of all the questing and fear and monsters. I think that setting with a scary, or adrenaline inducing background undermines some of the silliness and youthfulness that the line is supposed to convey between them
Who would've guessed that the Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra had a thing for your spit? Well, nobody, apart from you, of course - and even then you didn't know until he was underneath you on your bed, the tip of your cock just entering his ass, asking shyly for you to spit in his mouth, to use him and make him your good boy.
And as always, you find it incredibly hard to resist his flustered face, agreeing and immediately leaning down to kiss his neck; the same time as you push the rest of the way into him, smirking at his moans.
Tilting his chin up with a finger and easing his mouth open, all gentle whilst moving your hips at a slow rhythm. Kissing him and drooling into his mouth as you break apart, eyes fixed on his as they widen a little then flutter half-closed, his hand reaching to touch his cock.
"Más, cariño," he pleads, hand pumping quickly as your own pace speeds up. His face goes red again as he parts his lips, tongue timidly poking out a little in encouragement. Pressing a small kiss to his Adam's apple, you lick a stripe up his skin, heart skipping a beat at his loud groan. Pulling back to build up saliva then harshly, suddenly spitting in his mouth, slamming into him harder.
"Tragas," you order, thrusts becoming harder and sloppier as you reach your climax. He does as you ask, his own cum spilling over his stomach, moaning and gasping and looking up at you with tears in his gorgeous brown eyes. "Good boy, corazón, my love."
Tapping his chin so you can drool in his mouth again as you cum, forehead resting on his cheek, tongue tracing his agape lips whilst you fill him up. Feeling him clench around you as you pull out, panting and mumbling almost incoherently for more.