[ saying his name had been off more than instinct than anything. she can't figure out from where, or why, or what it is that his name means, but she knows it. knows that he is percy, and with his name - and his reaction - comes a certain level of...relief? excitement? hope?
she turns, because that's her name and when she sees his face she knows she was right. that's him, and for all she doesn't know (and it's killing her), she knows at least that much.
you're annabeth.
there's an odd sense of deja vu. ]
How do you know my name?
[ she doesn't step towards him, despite how every inch of her is screaming to do just that. despite how her entire body seems to gravitate in his direction, the louder part - the logical part - tells her to wait. ]
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she turns, because that's her name and when she sees his face she knows she was right. that's him, and for all she doesn't know (and it's killing her), she knows at least that much.
you're annabeth.
there's an odd sense of deja vu. ]
How do you know my name?
[ she doesn't step towards him, despite how every inch of her is screaming to do just that. despite how her entire body seems to gravitate in his direction, the louder part - the logical part - tells her to wait. ]