try + annabeth ;3c
TRY + ( KILLING ME INSTANTLY ! )
MUSE: 𝘼𝙉𝙉𝘼𝘽𝙀𝙏𝙃 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙎𝙀. MAINLY MUSICAL BASED.
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SHE’D GOTTEN THERE JUST IN TIME.
Unfortunately. She’d heard the tail end of what Luke had said, which was enough for her to be on her guard. FIGURES. After his quest, he’d not been the same. It was simpler than simple; once one is treated with so much PITY they begin to crumble. He’d failed. She understood that. But that didn’t excuse his actions. It didn’t excuse his DESPERATION. Someone she’d looked up to as a HERO now washed with golden in his eyes where they would normally shine blue; eyes she once held close to her heart. …Once? No. She couldn’t contain malice's grip ‘pon her neck, but that was at the situation. He was still her hero, and THAT, perhaps, hurt most of all. It was unavoidable. She walked towards him though her heart now heavy at her feet made it hard to take those steps. Calculated. She examined his malcontent – no, his ENMITY towards the one she’d spent – and SUCCEEDED ON – an entire QUEST with. A hand went to his shoulder, ‘tense’ she noted, as his eyes held poison.
MY GRAND PLAN IS THAT I WILL BE REMEMBERED…
But NOT LIKE THIS.
She pushed him back. He KNEW she’d choose wisely, and so she did. It was best not to make an ENEMY of the gods – not after every event they’d gone through. It was LOGICAL to fight on their side, not against. Luke could raise an ENTIRE ARMY, but it wouldn’t change anything. She’d be on the RIGHT side of history. WITH OR WITHOUT HIM.
… i know you’ll choose wisely …
Grey-blue eyes meet cold and FLAXEN-COATED as she feels the palpable separation between the two. She understood. She understood PERFECTLY. Thalia would be on the correct side, too. Why ELSE would she have sacrificed herself…? That WASN’T for naught, she gave TONS of half-bloods SAFETY. REFUGE. Luke’d taught her that… WHAT HAPPENED? No, she HAD to be strong. She had to show less and less of herself to him; as she knew it could POTENTIALLY be her downfall. It was too late, she knew. Still, her mind made up excuses. Prophecy or not. She’d wondered what his life would have been like had he SUCCEEDED. Had he not have had a PERMANENT REMINDER painting his face, the emotions were enough. The PITY. She looked at him with heartbroken eyes, despite her tone REFUSING to emote. A DEMIGOD she might be, but she was still painfully, tragically mortal.
“–I have. It’s OVER, Luke.”
