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[ex_bronze361]

( she wakes up in the morning and her bedside is icy, uninhabited. she expected to open her eyes and see percy at the window, plagued by nightmares and being thoughtful enough to not wake her -- but when annabeth sits up and looks around, she's met only with the soft sounds of her dog yawning as it warms her feet.

she fears, automatically. but she still waits to make a post on the lockets. she waits, she spams percy's phone, she hushes her dog's cries at missing its dad. it's when she get up out of bed, and sees his shard resting on their bedside table, a note written telling of a goodbye that makes her heart weight down deep into her stomach, that she's confident enough that percy isn't returning to the room. she opens up her locket. )

If you knew him, Percy Jackson has left Drabwurld.
- Annabeth.

( short, sweet, simple. text, because it's easier than getting choked up in communication. )

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[ex_bronze361]

( annabeth isn't built for this kind of loss -- she's a strong girl, of course, and she's tasted loss on her tongue like listerine dissolvables, but never anything like this. at least when percy had disappeared after their fight in manhattan, annabeth could have faith that they would see each other again, that percy was alive and well and just -- missing. just gone, just for a little while. but now they're on separate worlds entirely -- now annabeth is here while she can only assume percy is back home, not even recognizing that they're separated.

he won't be looking for her, is what that means. he'll be there and happy, and she'll be here and pining.

but he'd still written notes, which means he must have willingly gone -- annabeth doesn't know what to think, really. percy wouldn't have left without her, would he? he should have, definitely, but annabeth's not sure he would, not without some fight. it makes her head hurt, thinking about it, and she wishes for once that she could just -- clear her brain, just for a minute. take emotions and heart throbs out of the way and just consider this situation logically.

she has to talk to all the demigods, she thinks. that's where she'll start. thankfully, clarisse saves her a little bit of trouble. )

I have his shard.
I'm not sure what to do with it.

( at least with clarisse she doesn't feel bad for being a little vulnerable -- not like thalia who she wants to impress, not like luke who she doesn't want to worry after her. clarisse is just clarisse, annabeth's truest friend, someone who doesn't make annabeth feel complicated, like she has to wear a facade for how she's really feeling. )

Riptide chose a good owner.
You'll take care of it, won't you?

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[rues]

[ she's not sure what to tell annabeth. she could tell her the same thing she told percy — to stop being a fucking baby and get over himself, because one way or the other, they were going to be reunited and see each other again and have their nausea-inducing happy ending — but it doesn't entirely seem right. annabeth isn't being as pathetic as percy, and clarisse almost feels bad for wanting to take out her anger and frustration on someone who she knows doesn't deserve it, not only because annabeth is her friend, but because she's going through the exact same thing. they're so much more similar than anyone knows; they're both grieving, and they're both dealing with it in probably a similar fashion — pretending they're fine. ]

There isn't much you can do with it. Turn it into a necklace or a ring, I don't know. Just be glad it's fucking useless, or it would have meant a lot worse than Percy going back home.

[ it would have meant he'd be dead, and that's not something clarisse is sure she'd ever be able to handle. ]

I won't lose it, if that's what you mean. Oh, wait. I can't, even if I wanted to.