[ it all passes by in a bit of a rush, honestly. first she's hanging off the edge of the cliff, percy's got her hand in his, they're talking to nico and hanging over tartarus and then there's a painful tug. annabeth's ankle still throbs just thinking about it, a painful jab shooting up her leg to her gut. but then percy had tightened his hand - you're not getting away from me. never again - and they'd fallen.
the wind was so loud that she couldn't do much but cling onto him, tucking her face in his shoulder and keeping him close, and then?
well. this wasn't what she thought tartarus would be, that's for sure. something about meetings, being briefed. she recalls being told this about seelies and that about unseelies and so much information that she could barely even process it, and then told to have fun. fun. annabeth doubted she would be able to get to that point, considering how her heart is still in her throat as she heads down the hall, eyes still wide. because as much as she might want to explore, as much as she might need to find out where she is and how she got here, there's something a little more pressing at the front of her mind, the top of her priorities.
percy.
being able to move without the sharp pain from her ankle is a blessing, and allows her to move a little faster as she follows the sounds of people, of music. if percy is around here, he would have gravitated that way - towards the groups, the crowding. she knows he has to be looking for her, so as long as she can get her bearings and find some kind of weapon (she's not sure she's ever going to forgive herself for losing her dagger like she had), she can find percy and get out.
it's not until she makes it to those main doors that she stops, freezes in place, at the sight before her. it's definitely a feast, a party, with the bells and whistles that camp halfblood would sometimes pull off. the room is huge, and the people moving around - laughing, eating, enjoying themselves - are making her dizzy. she tries to pick out his head, his hair, his anything, but she's overwhelmed by the sight of it, the word she mutters coming out more like a sigh. ]
annabeth chase { heroes of olympus } seelie!
the wind was so loud that she couldn't do much but cling onto him, tucking her face in his shoulder and keeping him close, and then?
well. this wasn't what she thought tartarus would be, that's for sure. something about meetings, being briefed. she recalls being told this about seelies and that about unseelies and so much information that she could barely even process it, and then told to have fun. fun. annabeth doubted she would be able to get to that point, considering how her heart is still in her throat as she heads down the hall, eyes still wide. because as much as she might want to explore, as much as she might need to find out where she is and how she got here, there's something a little more pressing at the front of her mind, the top of her priorities.
percy.
being able to move without the sharp pain from her ankle is a blessing, and allows her to move a little faster as she follows the sounds of people, of music. if percy is around here, he would have gravitated that way - towards the groups, the crowding. she knows he has to be looking for her, so as long as she can get her bearings and find some kind of weapon (she's not sure she's ever going to forgive herself for losing her dagger like she had), she can find percy and get out.
it's not until she makes it to those main doors that she stops, freezes in place, at the sight before her. it's definitely a feast, a party, with the bells and whistles that camp halfblood would sometimes pull off. the room is huge, and the people moving around - laughing, eating, enjoying themselves - are making her dizzy. she tries to pick out his head, his hair, his anything, but she's overwhelmed by the sight of it, the word she mutters coming out more like a sigh. ]
Gods.
[ where was she? ]