should I be happy my inspiration seems to be back or mad because I can’t study for my tomorrow psychology test because of it?
who cares about tests when you can have smiling Nico instead though? the answer is-not me.
I couldn’t resist. I’m laughing so hard.
Because of this.
Edit: I only drew Percy because I’m still not sold on my Jason and Leo designs.
She caught her breath. It was a portrait of two demigods kissing underwater: Annabeth and Percy, the day their friends had thrown them into the canoe lake at camp. It was so lifelike that she wondered if the weaver had been there, lurking in the lake with a waterproof camera.
"How is that possible?" she murmured.
titans curse, they’re in the school dance and Thalia tells everyone to dance to blend in. Percy’s such an air head
Got a request for more Thalia, so BAM! Thalia.
It took Annabeth a full minute to sort out where Percy was on the bed. There were so many blankets and pillows piled onto his bunk that he vanished underneath, and it took a few tentative pokes to make him moan and squirm.
She smiled, sitting down on one of the pillows beside him. After a moment, Percy’s nose appeared like a mouse, and he squinted at her. His cheeks were flush with fever and his hair had, somehow, gotten even messier.
"I take it you won’t be coming to dinner," she said, surprising herself with how gentle her voice was. Percy’s glare melted, leaving him looking a bit delirious.
"What time is it," he croaked, craning his neck to try and see the clock.
"It’s about quarter to seven," she sighed, running her fingers into his hair. He gave her an annoyed scowl and snuggled back under the blankets out of her reach. "You’re such a baby," she laughed.
"Am not," he said, his voice muffled and hoarse under the blankets. Annabeth rolled her eyes and flopped down next to him on top of the quilt, turning onto her side so she could drape an arm over him.
"You really hate winter, don’t you?"
Percy was quiet for a few seconds, and she wondered if he had fallen asleep again. Then the blankets shifted and his face reappeared, blinking sleepily at her. “I don’t hate it. Winter is great, but I could do without the flu.”
Annabeth rolled her head closer until their foreheads were touching. His was especially hot, and but she closed her eyes and tried not to worry about it. “Hey, at least you got to come to camp because of it. Your mom sounded so worried when she called.”
Percy made a small airy noise. “Silver lining, I guess.” Annabeth kissed the tip of his nose and they lay there for a few minutes, the silence settling back into the cabin. Then she remembered about dinner, and opened her eyes to suggest he try and tag along.
But he was already fast asleep.
"Do you remember when we first me? I sure do.”
I keep coming across Percy hate and it makes me feel really sad and small so I drew Percabeth to lift me back up again. Why people gotta hate, all the characters are awesome can’t we all just be happy and get along