You and Me: Christmas MiracleMusic drifted down from somewhere above him. It sounded tinny, like it was coming from one of those old-fashioned gramophones from the Twenties. He could barely make out the words, but he knew the song.You and Me: Christmas Miracle3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos…
Percy let the words fade to the back of his mind. He reached for the light switch and clicked off the light, letting the fireplace in Annabeth’s room provide illumination. The hot chocolate had long since gone cold; he didn’t like it that much anyway. It was mostly whipped cream and cinnamon, just how Annabeth liked it. He only drank it for her anyway.
He leaned his head against the frozen window and watched the panes fog up with each exhale. The night outside was silent, snowflakes whirling through the air and muffling the normal camp sounds. It was so quiet, like it had been for weeks.
You and Me: The Daylight P.3The daylight streamed through the windows and Annabeth blinked her eyes, still having difficulty adjusting to bright light. She'd woken up three times last night from nightmares, but had managed not to scream; Percy needed to rest. The only reason he hadn't had any dreams was because he was so heavily sedated.You and Me: The Daylight P.33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She sat up from her uncomfortable position on the floor and gazed at him. He had a long scar along his jaw, his shoulder was heavily bandaged, and there were even more bandages around his abdomen. He'd taken a knife for her. Twice. In the bright light, all his scratches seemed to stand out more, the shadows under his eyes were a little darker, and his face was tense with pain, even in unconsciousness. His skin was still so pale from their time spent in Tartarus.
Yet, Annabeth smiled. He was so brave. Tears filled her eyes as she thought of all the things he'd done for her in the Pit, how strong and reassuring he'd been, how protective. "I love you," she wh
Live LongDeath, Annabeth decided, was a very strange thing.Live Long3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It wasn't quick and painless--oh it was far from painless--but while on one hand there was suffering, there was also a promise it would end. Almost as if death were making a bargain, suffer beyond belief and I'll give you eternal relief.
What a beautiful consolation prize that would be.
The lake of blood keeping her afloat smelled rank, but soaked into her hair and clothes with a force that she no longer possessed power over. She thought of last summer, when her hands had been coated in the different bloods of so many people. And then that one last death, where she had pressed her palm to his and imprinted his innocent blood onto her fingertips forever.
Annabeth wished Luke was with her right now. He would hold her hand, brush the hair back from her forehead like she was 7 years old again, and whisper her way through this. "It's okay, Kiddo. Only a little while longer and things will be better."
Maybe she would see him so
Fear CH.2 It was the middle of the night here in Burgess. Jack sat cross-legged in the middle of a frozen lake, eyes closed, staff laid carefully across his lap. The cold wind brushing against him was like a comforting caress to Jack. Listening to the sounds of the night, he thoroughly enjoyed the soft snow fall gently sprinkling over his pale skin and the surrounding area. Here, in this isolated little area, he felt safe – here he felt happy.Fear CH.23 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Not that he wasn't happy in general; the world was saved, Pitch was gone. He was a Guardian. People believed in him. He was ecstatic, he really was! He just wondered what would happen now that his 15 minutes of fame were over – if the Guardians would go back to their workshop and palace and hole and just...work until the next threat arose. Is that how this gig worked?
His doubts were probably irrational, but being alone for over 300 years can give you some abandonment issues. Now that he knew North and Sandy and Tooth and Bunnym