drabble: logic of love [PJO, Percy/Annabeth, PG]
Title: logic of love
Characters/Pairing: Percy/Annabeth
Prompt/Note: From the "Prompt the Opposition" challenge at demigod_elite where people who don't like certain ships can post what they don't get about them and ship supporters will write a fic to try and show them otherwise. Written for igrab, who said she didn't think Percy/Annabeth would last long because Annabeth would eventually want someone smarter than Percy.
logic of love
"D'you ever think you'll get bored with me?" Percy asks, his fingers trailing absentmindedly up Annabeth's spine. "I mean, I'm not exactly the smartest guy on the block... and you're, well - "
"A beautiful genius?" Annabeth suggests, rolling over so she can look at her new fiancé properly. The ring on her hand sparkles in the late morning light.
"I was going to say wise girl, but that works equally well, I suppose."
She bats him in the chest, annoyed with his cheeky little grin. "Honestly, Percy, do you really think I would've agreed to marry you if I ever thought I was going to get bored with you? Or stayed with you during college when I had plenty of smart boys knocking on my door?"
Percy frowns, clearly learning of this fact for the first time. "Of course not, but... I don't know. I just thought maybe you would've wanted someone more logical or someone who challenged you more intellectually than I do."
His voice sounds more dejected as he goes on, and Annabeth's chest clenches when she realizes that this isn't the first time Percy's had these thoughts. Probably the first time he'd voiced them out loud, but he must've been stewing over them for a long time. Percy doesn't do inadequacy well - she doesn't either, as a matter of fact, and she understands his need for reassurance that she's committed to him one hundred percent, in spite of whatever everyone might say otherwise.
“I've got enough logic for the two of us, so it's not this that I'm interested in,” Annabeth says, reaching out to tap Percy's temple lightly with her fingertips. “Although your brain probably could use some exercise now and then. It's this,” her fingers trail down to his chest, settling over his pounding heart, “that keeps me with you, Percy Jackson. Trying to understand all the corners of your heart is a big enough of a challenge, and that will never ever bore me.”
Characters/Pairing: Percy/Annabeth
Prompt/Note: From the "Prompt the Opposition" challenge at demigod_elite where people who don't like certain ships can post what they don't get about them and ship supporters will write a fic to try and show them otherwise. Written for igrab, who said she didn't think Percy/Annabeth would last long because Annabeth would eventually want someone smarter than Percy.
logic of love
"D'you ever think you'll get bored with me?" Percy asks, his fingers trailing absentmindedly up Annabeth's spine. "I mean, I'm not exactly the smartest guy on the block... and you're, well - "
"A beautiful genius?" Annabeth suggests, rolling over so she can look at her new fiancé properly. The ring on her hand sparkles in the late morning light.
"I was going to say wise girl, but that works equally well, I suppose."
She bats him in the chest, annoyed with his cheeky little grin. "Honestly, Percy, do you really think I would've agreed to marry you if I ever thought I was going to get bored with you? Or stayed with you during college when I had plenty of smart boys knocking on my door?"
Percy frowns, clearly learning of this fact for the first time. "Of course not, but... I don't know. I just thought maybe you would've wanted someone more logical or someone who challenged you more intellectually than I do."
His voice sounds more dejected as he goes on, and Annabeth's chest clenches when she realizes that this isn't the first time Percy's had these thoughts. Probably the first time he'd voiced them out loud, but he must've been stewing over them for a long time. Percy doesn't do inadequacy well - she doesn't either, as a matter of fact, and she understands his need for reassurance that she's committed to him one hundred percent, in spite of whatever everyone might say otherwise.
“I've got enough logic for the two of us, so it's not this that I'm interested in,” Annabeth says, reaching out to tap Percy's temple lightly with her fingertips. “Although your brain probably could use some exercise now and then. It's this,” her fingers trail down to his chest, settling over his pounding heart, “that keeps me with you, Percy Jackson. Trying to understand all the corners of your heart is a big enough of a challenge, and that will never ever bore me.”