Annabeth, [ he says and there's nothing behind it. just air. he can't find his voice because he's whispering. he can see the back of her head. but he knows her shape, knows her presence, her ankle brace. he knows her better than he knows anyone else in the world. there are groups in his way. he can't move. his feet are sluggish. his mind is going in slow motion and he feels like he's crawling or swimming while standing up, stuck in Kronos' stupid head trip again while time slows down. ] —Annabeth!
[ turn around turn around turn around please pleaseplease, Annabethturnaround.
he doesn't mean to but he isn't bothered that he nudges someone out of his way with a sweeping gesture and a shove with his elbow when that doesn't work. a fairy displeased by his actions pulls his hair and he swats that little guy away too. look, i'm sorry he grumbles. he doesn't have time for manners right now. he can almost reach her now but she's just out of the length of his fingers. ] I'm right here. Turn around.
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[ turn around turn around turn around please pleaseplease, Annabethturnaround.
he doesn't mean to but he isn't bothered that he nudges someone out of his way with a sweeping gesture and a shove with his elbow when that doesn't work. a fairy displeased by his actions pulls his hair and he swats that little guy away too. look, i'm sorry he grumbles. he doesn't have time for manners right now. he can almost reach her now but she's just out of the length of his fingers. ] I'm right here. Turn around.