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120_minutenChallenge: Osterbingo: Narben
Fandom: Heroes of Olympus
Charaktere: Annabeth Chase
Wörter: 320
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A/N: Ich wollte Clarabeth und sexy Narben schreiben, wirklich. Stattdessen ist es angst und Fatalismus. Yay?
Most demigods did not live to the ripe old age of twenty-five. That was a fact, a fundamental truth, no point in denying it or pretending otherwise.
Of course they pretended otherwise.
They enrolled in college, fell in love and planned their lives after the monsters and the Gods. They were playing make believe and they knew it.
Because monsters and Gods didn't die.
Jason died. Leo and Frank died. Piper vanished. Percy died. Clarisse almost died and Annabeth spend a week by her bedside and snarling at Will and his siblings whenever they tried to get her to sleep in an actual bed.
Clarisse returned the favor, half a year later. Then Will died and Austin took over as head counselor and healer. His voice was a lot more pleasant but his hymns left more scars. Annabeth didn't particularly care.
The world moved on. Monsters and demigods fell and only the monsters returned and she collected scar after scar, bead after bead, nightmare after nightmare.
She got her bachelor's degree, eventually. Connor Stoll died. Clarisse lost a leg. Nico and Annabeth carried her back to camp and Nico joked that he was getting too old for this. It would have been funny, Annabeth figured, if it hadn't been for the fact that he was right. Nico was blind in one eye, limping and three years younger than her. A year later, he was dead.
Hazel refused to bring him back. Annabeth refused to blame her for that.
She traced the scars on Clarisse's body, mentally counting times they'd almost died. She had lost count some time before her twenty-fourth birthday. Clarisse laughed and told her she was getting old. Mostly, Annabeth thought she was getting tired.
Not that it mattered too much.
She kissed Clarisse, gripped her sword tighter and threw herself at the drakon. Most demigods did not live to the ripe old age of twenty-five, after all.
Fandom: Heroes of Olympus
Charaktere: Annabeth Chase
Wörter: 320
Widmung: für
nyx_chanA/N: Ich wollte Clarabeth und sexy Narben schreiben, wirklich. Stattdessen ist es angst und Fatalismus. Yay?
Most demigods did not live to the ripe old age of twenty-five. That was a fact, a fundamental truth, no point in denying it or pretending otherwise.
Of course they pretended otherwise.
They enrolled in college, fell in love and planned their lives after the monsters and the Gods. They were playing make believe and they knew it.
Because monsters and Gods didn't die.
Jason died. Leo and Frank died. Piper vanished. Percy died. Clarisse almost died and Annabeth spend a week by her bedside and snarling at Will and his siblings whenever they tried to get her to sleep in an actual bed.
Clarisse returned the favor, half a year later. Then Will died and Austin took over as head counselor and healer. His voice was a lot more pleasant but his hymns left more scars. Annabeth didn't particularly care.
The world moved on. Monsters and demigods fell and only the monsters returned and she collected scar after scar, bead after bead, nightmare after nightmare.
She got her bachelor's degree, eventually. Connor Stoll died. Clarisse lost a leg. Nico and Annabeth carried her back to camp and Nico joked that he was getting too old for this. It would have been funny, Annabeth figured, if it hadn't been for the fact that he was right. Nico was blind in one eye, limping and three years younger than her. A year later, he was dead.
Hazel refused to bring him back. Annabeth refused to blame her for that.
She traced the scars on Clarisse's body, mentally counting times they'd almost died. She had lost count some time before her twenty-fourth birthday. Clarisse laughed and told her she was getting old. Mostly, Annabeth thought she was getting tired.
Not that it mattered too much.
She kissed Clarisse, gripped her sword tighter and threw herself at the drakon. Most demigods did not live to the ripe old age of twenty-five, after all.
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Date: 2019-05-06 01:57 pm (UTC)(Aber hey, ich prokrastiniere gerade meinen aktuellen Bugfix, also hab ich's wahrscheinlich nicht anders verdient...)
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Date: 2019-05-06 03:35 pm (UTC)Und danke. <3 Liebe trotz Vorspiegelung falscher Tatsachen ist ja gleich ein noch schöneres Kompliment. Deine Kommentare retten mir echt den Tag.
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Date: 2019-05-10 08:45 am (UTC)It's legit BUT STILL MY HEART OHMIGAWT MY HEART!!
Die ersten zwei Absätze dachte ich noch: Oh, ok, das wird so ein mood-Ding. Dann begann ich Angst zu kriegen UND DANN DAS EY ALTER HALLO??? MY PUPPIES !! Spätestens nach Percy war ich fertig. Ich bin dir dankbar, dass Clarisse und Hazel überlebt haben und oh Gott, Nico, oh Gott und WILL - AH! Aber- aber- aber.... my heart. Oh no...
(Aber damn, es passt, es ist wahr, es ist ja leider so wahr... Ich verdräng es nur so gern. Verdammter Dreck ey...)
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Date: 2019-05-12 12:35 pm (UTC)Aber ja, irgendwie bin ich mit dem "es ist wahr" abgedriftet und es wollte sich nichts positives schreiben lassen... Aber ich bleibe dafür, dass Clarisse und Annabeth einfach nur immer weiter machen und auch noch mit 37 darauf warten, dass die Realität sie irgendwann einholt. (Älter als 37 kann ich sie allerdings nicht denken...)