Asked by wholocked211
Thank you for the prompt — this was a lot of fun!
To say that Annabeth appreciated the scalding black coffee that was streaming down her front would be a sizeable lie.
To say that Annabeth was two moments away from screaming in the face of the blushing barista responsible would be closer to the truth.
The grey fabric of her brand new jacket seemed to sizzle as the liquid made its way from her collar to her waistline, burning her skin with such malice that her briefcase fell from her hand, its contents spilling across the floor of the coffee shop. Most of the room had gone silent after hearing the thud of their impact, and then her yelp of pain and surprise, but she could faintly hear the dark haired guy opposite her stumbling over his words.
“I…” He swallowed. “I didn’t mean to… Are you okay? Wait. Of course you’re not… I’m an idiot.”
Asked by Anonymous
I’m really getting an Elizabeth Swann, Will Turner vibe here — thanks for the prompt!
The lace trim of Annabeth’s gown dragged in dirt and dung as she ran through the streets of the village, clenching her fists and biting back tears.
Whoever claimed that words could never hurt as much as stones, was a liar. The words that had fired through her stepmother’s lips were sharper than blades, and they stung Annabeth like venom. Angry retorts had bubbled in her mouth, but she’d swallowed them, knowing that if she spoke, she would be punished. Severely.
But the anger had brought tears to her eyes. And Annabeth couldn’t let that horrible woman see her cry, so she ran – out of the castle and down, level with the common people. This was a place she’d never been. Dirty faces peered out at her through cracked windows. Shoeless, laughing children stopped their games to watch her run by. They were captivated by the light color of her dress and the perfect ringlets of her hair.
Annabeth ran on.
She kept running until she heard the guards behind her, sent by her stepmother of course. Their boots sounded like thunder as they stormed after her, their shouts echoing off the wooden walls of the village. The path that Annabeth was following ended abruptly and she turned around wildly, searching for somewhere – anywhere – to hide. A door was open to her right, and she hurried inside, shutting it swiftly behind her. Enveloped by sudden darkness and dampness, she caught her breath.
“Long time no see, Ms. Chase.”