because both of them did, didn’t they? annabeth refused the hunters of artemis, and percy turned down the gods.
(i’m really strapped for time right now, but i’m trying to make a bunch of these sketchy valentines for this week.) <3
i knew this chapter was coming and it still ripped my heart out
also, the irony of this song playing while i sketched is not lost on me
"Who puts a dining table on the beach where innocent demigods can crash into it? Who does that?”
Percy wanted to tell her it was okay, but of course it wasn’t. He couldn’t even feel his body anymore. His consciousness was like a small helium balloon, loosely tied to the top of his head. It had no weight, no strength. It just kept expanding, getting lighter and lighter. He knew that soon it would either burst or the string would break, and his life would float away. - page 242, House of Hades
sketches of the scenes i’m working on currently woop
At least he had Annabeth. They would find a way out of Tartarus. They had to. He didn’t think much of fates and prophecies, but he did believe in one thing: Annabeth and he were supposed to be together. They hadn’t survived so much just to get killed now. - The House of Hades
Annabeth pressed her lips to Percy’s ear. “I love you.”
She wasn’t sure he could hear her—but if they died, she wanted those to be her last words.
i promise i’ll stop only posting warm-up sketches some day
so i don’t have my tablet with me to clean this up, but i wanted to post it today (it being the last day of pjoshipweeks and all that)
i’m just happy i managed to scribble this out in between preparing for my senior synopsis show [<3]