A/N: Okay, so this is going to be a little strange. Call it what you will, but I'm planning on making this a collection of drabbles, each focusing on one pairing from either the PJO series or the HoO series and based off a random quote—humor, romance, angst, and everything in between. It's a little project to help me with writer's block, I suppose (we all know how much that sucks, don't we?). If there's a specific couple you want to see me do, or one of your very favorite quotes you'd like me to use, leave it in a review!
Percy and Annabeth: "You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams." —Dr. Seuss
Percy and I were sitting under a tree—having finally managed to get some time alone—watching the sun set over Long Island Sound. I was designing a new temple for Hestia; he was sprawled out beside me, his back pressed against the tree and one arm around my shoulders as he watched the rhythmic pounding of the waves against the shore through half-closed eyes.
"You must be tired," I said quietly after a while, putting down my pencil to run my fingers through his hair. "All that sparring with Clarisse today must have worn you out."
"Yeah," he admitted after a while. "Gods, I hate how tired this curse of Achilles thing makes me feel."
"So go to sleep!" I laughed, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. He could be so frustratingly dense sometimes!
He rolled over, fixing me with a piercing green gaze. "I can't."
"Why? What's the matter?" Mentally, I berated myself for sounding like a fussy mother hen, but I couldn't help it. I always worried about Percy. (Old habits die hard, I guess.)
"Nothing's the matter. It's just—well, you know how vivid our dreams are? How sometimes, they're prophetic or weird or just downright terrifying?" His voice was thoughtful, as if he wanted to be careful of what he was saying.
"Of course," I said, looking at him quizzically.
"So I can't sleep…because reality is so much nicer. And besides—"
He interrupted the rest of his sentence by leaning over and kissing me.
When we finally broke apart, both breathless and gasping for air, he shot me a cocky smile. "That doesn't feel as good in my dreams."
"You're such a seaweed brain, Percy," I muttered, "but you're my Seaweed Brain."
He grinned. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."
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