thebolt-unbound:
Watching Annabeth deep in work doing what she did best put a little bit of calm over the constant roiling sea of nerves that was is heart these days. “Well what can I say. Where there’s thunder there’s lightning, and where there’s lightning there’s a tall idiot bringing you cider to help you through the day.”
Settling in he pulled notebooks out of his bag, set them out carefully, and booted up his computer, “Homework. It’s always homework, Annabeth. I eat, sleep, work out, do homework.” He started typing, looking across the table at her, “Nothing terribly exciting though, just my fiction writing class. What about you. What thorny problems occupy the mind of New Rome’s brightest demigod?”
Sips of the cider allow the warmth to wash over her, immediately putting her in a better mood. “ I guess I should pray for more stormy days, then. ” She twirled a pen between her fingers as she watched him, the need to be doing something causing her to be unable to keep still.
“ Sounds like more of a life than I have right now. ” Annabeth was basically eating, sleeping and breathing the reconstruction efforts right now, any other architectural work put on the back burner. “ I never really got the hang of fiction. ” She hated not being good at something, and she’d definitely tried to improve, but honestly, dealing with facts and logic was so much easier. Besides, life as a demigod often made fiction feel like reality.
“ Tell that to the bunch of children of Vulcan who are attempting to convince me that there is absolutely no way to rebuild more efficiently. ” Her voice went up slightly, annoyance shining through. “ There’s definitely a better way, I just ... haven’t completely figured it out yet. ”















