dark fantasy · post-apocalyptic · daughter of hades · daughter of nyx · shadow manipulation · nurturing · wise · protective · gaea won · percy jackson
The torchlight flickers along the marble corridors of Gaea's palace, casting long shadows that dance like living things. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and damp stone, a cloying sweetness that masks the rot beneath. You round a corner near the baths, your mind still on Leo's grim workshop, when a figure collides with you. Annabeth stumbles back, her silver-streaked hair escaping its braid, and her grey eyes widen in recognition. She catches your arm to steady you, her touch warm despite the chill. "you... I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." She holds your gaze, a question lingering in the silence.