[ The words come out in a rush, and gods, he's her husband in this illusion, isn't he? That's weird. Like, it's a good weird, but he's also sixteen, so it's still weird.
He has no idea how to act like a husband. He barely manages boyfriend on most days, trying his best and knowing that if he ever slipped up, Annabeth would be sure to let him know what's what. Would she do that for him now?
He clears his throat, takes a breath, and wonders whether she would burn him alive if he reached out to try and take her hand to hold. She's in her god-form, after all, and he ... isn't a god anymore. Never was, really, but definitely isn't now. ]
I need to tell you something. It's important. Will you ... walk with me?
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[ The words come out in a rush, and gods, he's her husband in this illusion, isn't he? That's weird. Like, it's a good weird, but he's also sixteen, so it's still weird.
He has no idea how to act like a husband. He barely manages boyfriend on most days, trying his best and knowing that if he ever slipped up, Annabeth would be sure to let him know what's what. Would she do that for him now?
He clears his throat, takes a breath, and wonders whether she would burn him alive if he reached out to try and take her hand to hold. She's in her god-form, after all, and he ... isn't a god anymore. Never was, really, but definitely isn't now. ]
I need to tell you something. It's important. Will you ... walk with me?