Percabeth Drabble

His eyes had always been bright with hope, until they fell into Tartarus. Annabeth watched him slowly decay, his old joy was slipping.

She could almost see every memory behind his eyes. The good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. She's heard him swear in the middle of the night and pretend to be asleep, but hearing his voice break killed her inside.

He snapped one day. Some new camper thought it would be funny to joke about Tartarus, about her. All their friends tried to warm the kid that things could go bad, but none of them expected the reaction Percy gave him.
"I bet Tartarus isn't even that bad. The only reason you got out was cause your girlfriend whined until you wanted to get away from her." Is was a stupidly worded insult, beyond false, but it didn't stop Percy form snapping. He had warned the kids several times, and with the final words, the young camper let out a scream. Annabeth filled with horror as the kid almost died. Percy was controlling the kid's blood. She remembered screaming Percy's name in a husky, sore voice. It made him stop, look at his hands in horror and freeze.

Sometimes he would play with the water in his cup, Annabeth had broken the rule of sitting at her assigned table. Nobody truly minded, Percy and her were balanced. That's what mattered. Even when his eyes were tired and he looked about ready to give up on life, she would mutter to him, "Percy- New Rome, college, settling down." and he would nod, seeming a little less down. She was his rock, and he was hers.

It terrified her to see his eyes as hurricanes ready to destroy all in their pathes, but every time he looked at her, his eyes were bright again, as if she was his world.

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