#deadlypriide

[tragediies]

          ❛ percy cut all the sleeves off his shirts. ❜

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     ❛ i've been thinking about seeing if  frank      could talk the college people things  into      letting us share a room in the dorms. so      i can make you  watch  finding  nemo at      two in the morning &  ask  you  for  help      with homework. ❜

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     ❛ stop looking at me like that. ❜

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     ❛ what if jason & i became frat boys? ❜

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     ❛ can you stop BASHING on my choice of      weapons? it'd freakin' hurt to be hit  with  a      skateboard, so... ❜

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♚┊ANNABETH.

       ❛ i swear,      you hit me so much that i'm convinced you've got         me  confused  for  one  of  the  DUMMIES. & don't say anything         about how i am a dummy or it's hard to tell the difference. that's         such an annabeth-y thing to say.❜

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Also the & meme

send me “&” for my muse's reaction to yours tracing one of mine's scars.

         the last few years had been full of nothing more than CHAOS         for percy jackson, his life consumed by monster fighting,          prophecies, and trying desperately NOT to die. & after all of         that, percy liked to think he'd EARNED this -- the chance to         hold his girlfriend in his arms without any worries, the way a         NORMAL seventeen year old boy might have. & it was nice,         having her head on his chest, even if her blonde hair tickled         his chin whenever she moved against him.

         as cliche as it may have been, it was as if nothing else mattered         the moment he closed his eyes, the only thing of importance         being that he & annabeth were together. he could feel her fingers         running along his skin, scarred from battle wounds that even the         food of the gods had failed to heal. & he could feel her trace them,         but he made no movement to STOP her. he wasn't the least bit         embarrassed; he knew that she had them, too. besides, the         permanent damages were only proof of the things he'd done to          save the world -- there was nothing to be ashamed of. so instead         of pulling away, he only pulled her in CLOSER, his voice quiet,         partly because he didn't want to ruin the comfortable silence by         speaking too loudly, & partly because his mom was in the next         room.

                                                               ❛ i love you.❜

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ANGST MEME THING IM AT WORK BUT DO IT

send me a ➳ and I will generate a number from 1-300 for what my muse will say to yours.

      he wondered how much it would hurt -- if would leave them      paralyzed, or if it would KILL them. he also wondered that, if      it didn't kill them, that he'd end up wishing it would. whatever      happened, however much it hurt, he didn't regret this. he was      positive that the impact of their fall would hurt much less than      it would have to watch annabeth fall into the pits of hell alone.      they may have been falling to their deaths, or at least a terror      unknown to all but nico di angelo, but what mattered was that      they were together.

      & even now, as they descended toward tartarus itself, he still      had hope, even if it was no more than a sliver. there was no      way that their ending could turn out so horrifically. that, after      all that they'd accomplished, all that they'd been through, they      would die in the one place even the gods feared entering. &      they still had a quest to fulfill -- a world to save. they would      HAVE to make it out alive; & percy would do everything in his      power to make sure that annabeth would make it, even if he      didn't.

      percy, as he & his girlfriend FELL faster & faster toward the      pits of tartarus, considered adjusting their position -- considered      moving himself so that his back would be facing the ground, so      that when they FINALLY hit the surface, it would be he who took      the most impact. but he didn't, for two reasons. one : he feared      that such a movement would somehow break apart their embrace,      & he didn't want to let her out of his arms, because he had to know      she was there, with him; it kept him sane. & two : percy knew that      annabeth, though she might appreciate the gesture, wouldn't want      to be treated like a damsel in distress, like the weaker of the two.      of course, he knew she wasn't weak -- she was the very opposite,      in fact. the son of poseidon simply didn't want her to get hurt. it       was among the things he feared most in the world -- she needed      to be okay after their fall, or he couldn't go on.

      sea green eyes squeezing shut, he could remember the vision he      had of her the day he took a dip in the river styx, when he had to      visualize what kept him anchored to the mortal world -- when he      envisioned her. & the words she'd said to him, even if it had been       no more than a part of his imagination, echoed through his mind,      seeming more important now than ever

                                  ' hold on, seaweed brain.                       you're not getting away from me that easily. '

      his arms, dirtied with grime & BLOOD, wrapped more tightly around      the blonde, holding on so desperately that one would think he was      afraid she'd slip away if he loosened his grip. & maybe he was. his      lips pressed against her forehead, voice mostly drowned out by the      wind that whistled by as they descended.

                                                              ❛ hold on, wise girl. ❜

           ( you're not getting away from me that easily. )