[ Please. Percy would never stop in the midst of a soft, comforting little makeout session for no reason.
That said, the skies are already slowly starting to brighten, and he's pretty sure they've only got enough hours left in the night for a short cat-nap. He has no idea what they've got in store for them in the coming day (or days) but ever since Tartarus, Percy has learned the value of getting a good night's sleep — demigod nightmares, and all.
Sometimes those last few z's really can make all the difference.
So he kisses Annabeth again, brief and full of promise for future makeouts, and then he does it again, a quick peck. Finally he doesn't quite suppress the slight yawn that escapes him. ]
What do you say to trying to get at least a couple of hours of sleep?
[ she hates when he has a good reason. it's more often than not, which makes it even worse when all she wants to do is kiss him. and this is, unfortunately for that desire to kiss him, a good reason. ]
[ she sighs a little bit, but it's with a soft smile. her eyes close when he kisses her, recognizing it as more of a goodnight with a promise for more later. but the biggest persuasive argument is the yawn, which is contagious, even if she manages to swallows hers back. gods, she really is tired. but right now she thinks she could actually sleep, which is a much better place to be than she was at the start of the night. ]
[ annabeth bonks her forehead to his, affectionately. ]
I suppose you have a good point. Maybe we can even get away with sleeping in a little bit.
[ Look, he's still not totally sure how things work around here, but he figures they probably have a week-plus of leeway for the settling in period.
Right?
And if they don't ... eh. He's never been a ten out of ten rule follower anyway. More like ... a six. Sometimes. When he really tries.
He settles in, arms still wrapped around Annabeth because he has no immediate plans to relinquish his hold on her. His eyelids, weighed down with the call of sleep, seem to close on their own accord. He feels better already.
[ she lets out the quietest chuckle. there doesn't seem to be a rigorous schedule for waking early, but she has no problems disbelieving in his ability to sleep in against any potential protocols. she will gladly join in. ]
[ but percy settles, relaxes, all without letting her go, and it's the safest annabeth has felt in days. she curls herself in comfortably against him and lets her own eyes shut, this time without fear of blindness on the other side. ]
[ she smiles, at the sound of his tiredness, at the warmth around her. but she knows sleep is coming for her soon too, and this time she welcomes it. there's no better place to fall asleep, she thinks, than in his arms. ]
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That said, the skies are already slowly starting to brighten, and he's pretty sure they've only got enough hours left in the night for a short cat-nap. He has no idea what they've got in store for them in the coming day (or days) but ever since Tartarus, Percy has learned the value of getting a good night's sleep — demigod nightmares, and all.
Sometimes those last few z's really can make all the difference.
So he kisses Annabeth again, brief and full of promise for future makeouts, and then he does it again, a quick peck. Finally he doesn't quite suppress the slight yawn that escapes him. ]
What do you say to trying to get at least a couple of hours of sleep?
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[ she sighs a little bit, but it's with a soft smile. her eyes close when he kisses her, recognizing it as more of a goodnight with a promise for more later. but the biggest persuasive argument is the yawn, which is contagious, even if she manages to swallows hers back. gods, she really is tired. but right now she thinks she could actually sleep, which is a much better place to be than she was at the start of the night. ]
[ annabeth bonks her forehead to his, affectionately. ]
I suppose you have a good point. Maybe we can even get away with sleeping in a little bit.
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[ Look, he's still not totally sure how things work around here, but he figures they probably have a week-plus of leeway for the settling in period.
Right?
And if they don't ... eh. He's never been a ten out of ten rule follower anyway. More like ... a six. Sometimes. When he really tries.
He settles in, arms still wrapped around Annabeth because he has no immediate plans to relinquish his hold on her. His eyelids, weighed down with the call of sleep, seem to close on their own accord. He feels better already.
Sleepily: ]
Good night, Wise Girl.
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[ but percy settles, relaxes, all without letting her go, and it's the safest annabeth has felt in days. she curls herself in comfortably against him and lets her own eyes shut, this time without fear of blindness on the other side. ]
[ she smiles, at the sound of his tiredness, at the warmth around her. but she knows sleep is coming for her soon too, and this time she welcomes it. there's no better place to fall asleep, she thinks, than in his arms. ]
Goodnight, Seaweed Brain.